Three Sisters Garden


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.”

Three Sisters Garden

The entire paragraph above was taken from Renee’s Garden where I bought the seeds and stole the description.

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.

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9 responses to “Three Sisters Garden

  1. Pam

    I would have space for maybe two stalks of corn, and NO space for pumpkins. They take over!

  2. Another qualification of being a sister Pam! Sometimes. LOL

  3. *hugs* Beautiful blog post from a farmer with a beautiful heart.

  4. Mare! A true sister. She comes to visit with her husband, spawnette, laughs AND a huge basket of badelves treats. Puts my “beautiful heart” to shame she does.

  5. wannabeted

    Yeah… I was p-r-e-t-t-y cool indeed when Mare and her posse came to visit. “Good people…” Is all I have to say. I have a sister; Again… “Good people.” My Big Sister. I call her Weezy and she fuckin’ hates it. My Sister is named Marie and where “Weezy” came from? I dunno but I’ve called her that for so long now, I really doesn’t matter but you can have no doubt about it… I’m the only one that can call her Weezy and get away with it. Weezy helped Me out while I was going through a difficult patch in my life and if it weren’t for her… I don’t know what to tell ya. I’d be livin’ underneath a bridge or something…. Or “Dead” is more like it but thanks to her and her “No nonsense” approach to life… She pulled Me through and here I am. So that’s my personal take on Sisters; Mine is one of the best.

    And on that note…

    Our house is fuckin’ falling apart. I’d like to “Sugar coat” the thing but facts are facts. Plumbing issues are this month’s snafu in the world of the Wannabes. Everything leaks. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the fact that… A toilet that’s fucked up in the upstairs… effects the ceiling that is downstairs! (See where I’m going with this…?) Yeah… What a pain in the ass. I’ve never been much of the handyman but I’m slowly filling in the role and playing the part. “Slowly” is the key word here. There’s just not enough hours in the day. My job is really kickin’ my ass and I can’t find the time to fix all of the fucked up shit that we have going on around here. My day usually starts around 2:30 and ends around 9:00 so you’d think that there’s plenty of time to do what it is that needs to be done but that’s not the case because I can’t be all bangin’ around the house at three in the morning with a family here that’s trying to sleep… and when I make it home from work… trying to tackle big problems are the LAST thing that’s on my mind so I’m kinda in that “Gray area” and I need to work it all out but just so you’ll know? (It’s a pain in the ass.) So I’ll quit my fuckin’ bitchin’ about it because as I was sitting here typing this shit… It came to me… All that I have on my WORST day… Is better than what most people have on their BEST day… So I figure that I should just let it be what it is. Anyways…

    The short and the thick of the thing is…. My Sister hates being called “Weezy.”

  6. =) Between this blog post and all of the comments (well, except for the house issues part….boo to that!!!), I have a happy heart today. That is all.

    After losing my sister, Captain Keebler and I decided that the family we have been able to choose in our life is the very best kind. They are with us, no matter how far away, because they want to be. That’s what family should be about.

    Now, please pass the corn, green beans, and a huge hunk of pumpkin pie, please!

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