I SAID IT WHEN I first saw this doodle by Andre Jordan: It’s as if the refrain of “Reunited” (circa 1980 by Peaches & Herb) came face to face with that “You complete me” one-liner from “Jerry McGuire.” Two halves of the same whole–but which in this case is whose better half?
andre jordan doodles
Cartoons and garden humor from British-born doodler and daydreamer Andre Jordan of A Beautiful Revolution [dot] com, who's now transplanted to America, created exclusively for A Way to Garden.
I HAVE ISSUES with mulch–and what is, and is not, qualified to be used as this most important of all garden “tools.” Yes, I am fussy on this score, very fussy–as doodler Andre Jordan knows. Want to know just how fussy? My popular Mulch FAQ Page will answer that (and all your mulching questions, from which material to how deep to apply it and much, much more). Can we all make this the year we give up the plastic-bagged junk in favor of a pre-composted, locally produced product that actually helps build healthy soil, and supports soil life? Imagine that! (And imagine a landscape without a dyed orangey-reddish blight upon it.)
AT EVERY LECTURE I GIVE (and often in comments here, too), I’m asked: “What can I use to get rids of garden ‘bugs’?” My advice: Don’t waste money on something in a spray bottle, but shop instead for plants that attract bug-hungry birds, to make a garden that’s hospitable to them (including a water feature that remains unfrozen all 365 days, or at least a seasonal one). Don’t kill off critical soil life with chemical fertilizers or nasty weed-and-feed, either. Love your soil, and nurture that precious bottom of the food chain, where all the little guys who are our checks-and-balance system of life reside. My 101 on making a bird garden, plus some garden-sanitation tips (as good in spring as fall). The real “news,” as doodler Andre Jordan well knows: Birds (and frogs, and snakes) are environmentally friendly.
EVERY THIRD DAWN, as soon as it’s light enough to see, I put on my boots and fill the seed bucket and head out to re-stock the birdfeeders, using the same footprints in the snow I used on the last roundtrip–just like in Andre Jordan‘s doodle. I always go the long way, leaving no trace of myself to mar the view; I love looking out at virgin snow. It won’t be long now, though, before the canvas is green. The last feeder trip or two, the first hints of a dawn chorus greeted me, where only a week ago, there was silence (other than that crazy flock of turkeys roosting at the garden’s edge, in the big trees). I love it here in Nowheresville; I’m glad to be the Lost Gardener.
HOW EMBARRASSING TO BE ratted out to the authorities by your feline roommate, but that’s what’s happened: Jack couldn’t stand another moment of my incessant seed-shopping, and finally dialed 911. I’m not sure the officers understood the emergency till they arrived and saw my outfit. (Thanks, Andre Jordan, for making all my “issues” feel OK with the reassurance of your wacky-doodles.)