There are many ways to create raised beds. My favorite right now would be to use straw bales to create a rectangle, place a piece of cardboard in the bottom to suppress weeds (and prevent roots from accessing the soil before it is properly cleaned), then fill with soil. That would take a bit of organic soil, but we could put a few inches of wood chips in the bottom and make it even more rich. The soil can be half way up the bales. We will be putting mulch on top anyways (no exposed soil!). In the early spring and late fall an old window can be placed over the bales to create a simple cold frame. We can sit on the bales for ease of reaching. We are using a natural means of holding the soil in, and as it breaks down we just release the strings from the bales and blend it into the soil or use as mulch.
Old pieces of wood can be fastened together. Large scavenged rocks can be used to rim a garden as well. Our only limit is our creativity.
Large containers could be built to place on concrete. Small ones to be placed on a picnic table. Then, of course, the smaller of the raised beds is simply a pot! There are many ways to incorporate vegetables and fruits into the landscape.
The hummingbirds flit around my hair on their way to sweetened nectar
their ringing sounds of bells in the early morning air.
The dawn shines clear and hopeful
brushing pink in its palette spread across the landscape fair.
I walk across heavy laden needles and cacti, up steep inclines of bindweed and pine cones, through underbrush that crunches beneath a canopy of sweet Ponderosas I stop to smell. Their caramel bark dissipating in the midsummer morn. Sweet clover brushes against me and the birds sing to the heavens in great song as a mother deer brings her new fawn along.
I sit atop a large stone above the sleepy town, crossed legged and facing the sun. The world is quiet above the trees as Tiger Swallows catch the light breeze. “I have all you need,” Nature whispers to me, food and medicine and shelter and more, there is no fear and nothing to fret for.
And he dusted off the old resume restored, looking in closet for nice clothes long past, away to the office he will tread and to the city which was our dread. But, the new house will be found and in it memories and laughter sounds. Gardens to plant in the front yard for fun, and bike rides to local eateries and movie runs. A new life ahead, still quite unseen, unknown, but one that will be filled with joy and journeys yet unsewn.