Sunday, September 5, 2010
The Nebbishy Jewish Gardener: Part 1
I feel that it is time to start a new series on Rubin on Wry: The Nebbishy Jewish Gardener. This will attempt to chronicle my most unlikely foray into the world of windowsill herb and flower gardening. It comes from the perspective of a bookish but curious man who was completely oblivious to the exciting world of "keeping something alive."
More often in my past, the results were less than spectacular - see leaning / dying Basil on right, and view him in his former glory here.
I was surrounded by experts gardeners growing up, but since they weren't two-dimensionally entrapped inside a book I didn't pay them any attention. My mother and aunt are accomplished gardeners - they regular grow foot-long cucumbers as thick as your arm, not to mention tomatoes, zucchinis, peppers and lots more.
But I didn't learn anything from them. Instead, I started off this journey alone, ignorant, and with the simplest possible device - a 99 cent basil planter I found in the discount aisle at Target, situated between bags of animal crackers and My Little Pony stickers. From seeds I grew them into, eventually, the lifeless thing above. But it soared majestically for many months, yielding pizza-ready basil on more than one occasion.
So if you like reading a buffoons journey into a somewhat non-masculine field, read on. If you enjoy gripping tales of triumph and bitter defeat, definitely read on. And if you enjoy learning a thing or two about gardening, well... you get the idea :)