We are growing one. Dammit.
It both delights me, and angers me at the same time. Why? Because while I love the idea of it, I am growing two things I swore never to do again which makes me a hypocrite. I hate it when that happens, like Thanksgiving and cranberry sauce.
“According to Iroquois legend, corn, beans, and squash are three inseparable sisters who only grow and thrive together. This tradition of interplanting corn, beans and squash in the same mounds, widespread among Native American farming societies, is a sophisticated, sustainable system that provided long-term soil fertility and a healthy diet to generations. Corn provides a natural pole for bean vines to climb. Beans fix nitrogen on their roots, improving the overall fertility of the plot by providing nitrogen to the following years corn. Bean vines also help stabilize the corn plants, making them less vulnerable to blowing over in the wind. Shallow-rooted squash vines become a living mulch, shading emerging weeds and preventing soil moisture from evaporating, thereby improving the overall crops chances of survival in dry years. Spiny squash plants also help discourage predators from approaching the corn and beans. The large amount of crop residue from this planting combination can be incorporated back into the soil at the end of the season, to build up the organic matter and improve its structure.”
What a beautiful concept. It is exactly what defines being a sister.
I have sisters from birth and from family. I have brothers who are sisters. I have sisters from grade school, middle school, high school and college. I have one who should be my twin because we’ve been through all of this mostly together and sometimes far apart, but we don’t share parents. I have sisters that I’ve met through a computer screen and not in “real life.” I have sisters that have just recently come into my life, but are just as important as the others. And like the garden, we’ve woven together a fabric that is a strong bond. Where one falters, the other is strong enough to carry them through. I have very recently been carried, both figuratively and literally when I was a Weenie and my sister felt me up on camera (love you especially for THAT Magoo).
On the other hand, growing corn and pumpkins is a colossal pain in the ass. I guess sisters can be too, but at the end of the day so worth it.