I can’t remember which of the many gardening books I was reading the day I jubilantly came across the statement, “If you can garden in the Mid-Atlantic you can garden anywhere.”
My self-satisfied smirk widened further when I realized that the author wasn’t even a Mid-Atlantic gardener himself. This gave his words great gobs of credibility – for what gardener doesn’t insist that they have it worst of all?
It also went a long way toward appeasing the little voice inside my head which often murmured, “Why haven’t you got the hang of this yet?”
In many ways of course, we are blessed. We have a long growing season, and when friends in Denver are brushing the snow off the greenhouse door, we are well into the joys of spring’s bounty. When our cousins in North Dakota have stocked and shut the root cellar for the season, we are still doing magical things with tomatoes. For your average Joe Gardener, the season lasts from March to October, and for triple A personalities with greenhouses and creativity in their back pockets, it can certainly last longer.
Our blessings continue with average annual precipitation levels hovering around the 40 inch mark, and decent soil composition making up much of the region – a region which technically runs from as far north as New York state to just south of Norfolk, VA.
Yes, on the face of it, life should be made in the shade for a Mid-Atlantic gardener with a pocketful of seeds, a trowel and a dream.
But of course, that’s not the whole story.
And I’m afraid the whole story starts with deception.