Isn’t that a lovely little flower?
Too bad it’s on my arugula…meaning its piquantly peppery flavor has become bitter beyond belief. The radishes are bolting, too.
So it would seem…
Have you ever been at that spot where your Logical Side knows something, but your Spirit is slow to catch-on? I had one of those painful epiphanies last week regarding this year’s garden…
It’s going to suck. (Sorry, Mom. I know you hate that phrase…)
I knew my time was going to be limited this summer – really I did. Having an almost-three-year-old in the house made that a no-brainer. But somehow, I failed to REALLY get that concept until I saw how truly pathetic my tomato seedlings are. Spindly and sad, from lack of attention while they were under the lights in the basement.
At least they didn’t get sunburned when I moved them outside, like the morning glories. It’s going to be tough for those to recover…
I suppose the reason this came as such a shock is the (relative) ease with which we’ve integrated her into the rest of our lives…Every week, the trash goes out on schedule, and the sheets get changed on the beds. The groceries are bought, and the laundry is done. Every day, the meals appear at regular intervals – twice a day for the dog, three times for the Girl. Dishes are washed and put away. She is bathed, and put to bed. Nice and normal, with very few hiccups along the way.
Outside is a different story, as the weeds choking the garlic bed (and the vegetable garden, and the sidewalk, and the patio stones) would indicate. She’s not big enough to be left to her own devices while I work, and not good enough at listening (“Stay where you can see me, Angel!”) to stay out for long. With no fence for containment, the pond and the road are ever-present dangers should she wander off. In a couple of years, when she can better understand the rules, this yard will be a paradise for an adventurous child. Right now, it’s nerve-wracking..
So, I’m resigned to the realization that my garden will not be as fruitful as in past years. That I’ll be buying tomatoes from the Farmer’s Market for a month before any ripen here at the house. That some things are going to go past their prime before they get harvested.
It”ll be better next year, when she’s older. This year, we’ll pick what we can, eat what we pick, and call it good. We’ll work on laying the foundation for a love of the land, or at the very least, an appreciation of what it takes to get food to the table.
And, all’s not lost this year. The garlic looks good, in spite of the weeds. The peas are finally starting to produce – should be picking in a week or so. Lots of green blueberries and black currants, which will ripen with no attention from me. My regular basil seedlings look as good as the tomatoes look sorry…
Good thing, too…I’m dying for some pesto to go with all the Sand Spaghetti I’m being served these days!