Well...my little garden is not doing so well. My squash are small plants still, have the odd blossom, but no evidence of fruit. The one and only pumpkin plant is larger than my squash, but nary a teeny pumpkin to be found.
I had two! TWO! Peppers from 6 plants.
I do have tomatoes, and we have enjoyed them in salads over the past week.
Our kale is doing well and we have made kale chips twice.
Grapes we have! They aren't ready yet, but they hold great promise if they taste as good as they look.
I believe that we will not get corn this year. The plants are strong and tall, but devoid of cobs.
At this point in time I wonder whether I want to bother with a garden next year. If I had to feed my family from this garden we'd starve.
I suppose, however, that birthing a garden, is like birthing a child...painful...a lot of work..messy...we all promise to never do it again. Time passes. We forget the agony. Our families grow. We plant gardens every spring.
I guess that this is a reminder to be thankful for what I have rather than mourning what I don't have.
I think I may be visiting the farmer's market this week.
