Soil yourselves, folks! 🍂

Glenn Kubish
Nov 2 · 3 min read

If you spend time in Edmonton’s Oliver neighbourhood, you know the place. It’s the snow-fenced backyard garden just off the Oliverbahn bicycle lane, in from the alley, across from the old Indian restaurant, kitty corner from the tattoo parlour and a block or so from the fence printed with an image of Richard Avedon’s photo of Nastassja Kinski and the snake. My friend Myles helps grow the vegetables in the snow-fenced garden. And that would be a wrong way to put it.

“We spent all of this year making this really good soil so that things could grow, so we have to give back,” Myles said.

“Because the seeds don’t grow the plants. The soil grows the plants. Everything you see that comes up from the soil is taking from the soil. You have to give back. You have to put nutrients back in.”

The soil grows the plants.

(I zoned out for a second as an Eliot fragment pushed toward the surface. For most of us, this is the aim, something something something, temporal reversion nourish, something else about a tree, the life of significant soil.)

I had pedalled over to return a hello wave from Myles with a quick visit. He was delivering four giant bags of rescued leaves to the garden. Some will be used to dress the hibernating soil in the garden’s container boxes. The rest of the leaves will serve as feedstock for the compost that will enrich the soil in the 2020 growing season.

(Two ways to look at the fact that Edmonton has a short growing season, I thought. One: bemoan for affect. Two: compost for effect.)

Then Myles got transparent about his affection for trees and leaves.

“The trees want the leaves to fall on the ground beneath them,” he said. “It helps the soil. They live there, right? The tree needs that ecosystem underneath of all those beneficial things around it so it can pump it out over the next year.”

(This is irresistibly metaphorical, I thought.)

“This is irresistibly metaphorical,” I said.

I mean, soil is infrastructure. Infra, from the Latin meaning below. Below ground, as sewers and telecommunications infrastructure are. Below notice, as other mundane infrastructure—sidewalks, roadways, a park bench, a penitentiary, my circulatory system , the Internet—are. And like other infrastructures, the soil must be tended and maintained.

It’s worth the work, all this giving back where we live. It was a good year for carrots in the snow-fence garden. And for cabbage and Brussels sprouts, too.


Originally published at http://glennkubish.blogspot.com on November 2, 2019.

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