dirt / By Amy Stewart

What I’m Thankful For

Number one: great big piles of rich brown dirt

(Nov. 26, 2008)  Last week I posted a survey on GardenRant, a group blog I’m a part of, asking gardeners if the economic downturn had put a dent in their horticultural shopping habits. Of the 85 people who voted, a third are going to the garden center a lot less than they used to in order to avoid temptation, and another 20 percent have brought spending to a complete halt.

Not good news for garden centers. But there were some bright spots among the comments people posted: Several people said their spending habits hadn’t changed, and they admonished the rest of us to patronize garden centers now if we want them to be there for us later.

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And plenty of people said they might not be buying plants now, but they’d be back in the spring when it was time to ramp up their vegetable garden. That’s what many garden centers are counting on: A desire to eat locally, combined with a need to cut grocery bills, will get everybody growing their own food again. Seed companies saw their sales go through the roof this year — some of the larger suppliers actually ran out of vegetable seed — so the prediction is that 2009 will be even better for the seed companies, and we will all be growing our own green beans next summer. Works for me.

But no matter how much you’ve reined in your own spending this year, there is one horticultural indulgence you can definitely justify: dirt.

I devoted an entire Sunday to distributing a giant pile of compost around my garden. It reminded me what a transformative thing a pile of dirt can be. I used to always come home from the garden center with two or three bags of compost to supplement what I was pulling out of my own compost pile, but lately I’ve gotten out of the habit. Buying dirt seemed like too much of an extravagance.

Was I ever wrong. I put that pile of compost to use all over my garden, and I’ll be back at the garden center this weekend buying a few more bags to finish the job. Here’s why I think that you, too, should beg, borrow, steal or — imagine this — buy a big pile of dirt to keep you entertained over the Thanksgiving weekend:

Dirt Will Inspire You. Equipped with a rich, delicious pile of compost, I was finally ready to tackle a big transplanting project in my front yard. Some plants needed to be divided, others were too large (or too small) for the space they were in, and some areas of the garden just needed to be simplified. For instance, I rounded up all of the centranthus (Jupiter’s beard) that had self-sowed over the last few years and sequestered them in one corner of the rich brown garden around a rose bush. I think they’ll look better blooming en masse than they do now, fighting for room in a mixed border.

The dirt made all this possible. It is so much easier to yank plants out of the ground and move them around when you’ve got a big pile of compost to fill in the holes, rake over the surface and mix in with the soil as you re-plant.

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