At Large in Ballard: A Garden Lady
By Peggy Sturdivant
The other day I did something strange. I sat in my backyard. I sat in my garden.
While weeding I’d been mulling what it would be like to write a column on one subject every week, such as the garden, or birds. I went from thinking it would be easier than trying to write about Ballard as whole, no interviews with tomatoes, to realizing it would be harder because I have no idea what I’m doing in the garden. I could barely answer a garden question to save my life.
I read the garden column in The Martha’s Vineyard Gazette, once it makes its slow, broad-sided way across the country to my mailbox. That writer often veers into politics, interspersed with people she met at the post office, spectacular bushes in bloom and reflection on recent deaths in the community.
I knew I had been trying to avoid writing a column on a certain subject; weeding seemed preferable.