I think the worst possible thing that could have happened to the garden, did. And sadly, it’s making me reconsider this whole project.
As I was eating breakfast with Kurt this morning, he noticed that, after a steady downfall of rain last night, the sky had cleared up a little.
“You could try to go out to your garden and do some hoeing today,” he suggested.
I thought that was a great idea, so while he went to go work on some of his freelance projects, I put on my gardening clothes and drove to the site.
I wanted to cry at what I saw when I pulled up.
There was a huge lake – not a puddle, a LAKE – taking up a whole half of the plot. I have the pictures to prove it.
At this point, I didn’t know what to do. I’ve been lucky enough in a previous life to have good drainage and raised beds, so solving this problem just seemed to be way out of my reach.
My poor little water jugs (that are supposed to COLLECT water) were on their sides, floating along like little boats on Lake Dana.
More water seemed to be coming in and floating down into the lake from a neighbor’s plot (under the fence) and from the road on the other side. I did what I could to patch up those holes but it was tough. I was pretty much standing ankle-deep in sinking mud. Imagine being at the beach and you’re wearing tennis shoes and you got near the water and your feet just sunk underneath the sand and you were trying to get them out. This was about 10 times worse.
So what happened? Basically, whoever had this plot before left the wet part of the plot as a huge crater. There’s a gradual drop from the dry half, the crater, and then dirt piled up all along the sides of the fence. So, no way for the water to get out.
I did everything I could. I flung mud on myself as I took my shovel and tried (sometimes in vain) to dig trenches that would let the water out. On the road closest to the disaster was a natural stream running off into the woods, so I tried to direct the new trenches towards that. I was taking my shovel like an oar and trying to push the water out to help it along. It was like being one of those people in the movies who is sitting in a boat with a hole in the bottom and trying to pour the water out with a bucket. Muddy water just kept coming in from all over the place.
Trying to be smart about things, I called Kurt and asked him to get me a plastic drainage pipe from Lowe’s. I felt really bad getting him out of the house when he had a ton of work to do, but there was no way I was going into Lowe’s as at this point my shoes were covered in mud and the rest of me was pretty caked in it too, even my face (I looked like a football player!). He was nice enough to comply with my request and get me the pipe…which I ended up not even using (I tried, but just couldn’t seem to get the angle right to make the water drain properly).
I was out there for about four hours trying to correct the mess. At some point, I decided to take a break and walk across the gardens to some neighbors doing some planting. They were a friendly couple who were nice enough to listen to my woeful story. They already had their trenches dug in their garden (have been there for three years, so they had a nice setup going) and suggested I do the same. I don’t think they realized just how bad my site was. It’s definitely the worst looking site in the gardens. Everyone else seems to have their drainage problems figured out.
I also saw Man in the Black Prius and he slowly drove up to my site. From his car, he looked at my plot and said, “Looks like you have a drainage problem!”
“Yeah, this is my first year here, this is the plot I got, and I have no idea what to do.” I was holding back tears at this point.
“Well it looks like you’re doing the right thing, with digging the ditches to let the water out. Give it a few days. It’ll dry up.”
“I don’t know,” I replied, doubtfully. “The water is about this high.” I held out my thumb and finger about 3 inches apart.
“It’ll dry up. Give it some time. Good luck to you,” he said reassuringly as he drove slowly away.
As I was leaving, I took one last look to see if the water was still draining onto the road. It looked like it was, slowly but surely. But the scary thing is, it’s supposed to rain again tonight, tomorrow, and Monday.
So what do I do in this situation? Even if the water does dry up, I still have all this wet mud on my hands. I can try raised beds, I suppose. But I don’t know…I’m really starting to have my doubts about this whole thing. Is it a lost cause, or can it be saved? Do I throw in the towel (and the $60 I paid for the plot)?
Can anyone convince me otherwise? Anybody?
-Dana
