I planted my first vegetable garden this summer. It is very likely that it’s an overly ambitious first garden. I’m not good at reining myself in when it comes to new hobbies. I have four different types of tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, pole beans, English peas, yellow squash, carrots, pumpkins, and lettuce and a full complement of herbs in containers (except the cilantro, which arrived later than the rest).
Perhaps I should be selling farm shares? Probably not. I will, however, be canning, pickling, and freezing my vegetable bounty for most of July and August.
Of course this is all assuming that there’s no tomato blight, drought, pestilence, my own debilitating laziness, bunnies… The litany of potentially destructive forces to be driven down upon my
defenseless chicken-wired garden by vengeful gods is long and frightening. (Inflated sense of self, much?)
My neighbors must think I’ve finally gone ’round the bend. Sometimes I just stand there, looking down on my tiny plants with a maternal expression. Oh, look, Squash has a new set of leaves. Mama’s so proud!
The best part right now is the early harvest. My herbs are going crazy and the lettuce is beautiful!