This season’s garden has been a little disappointing. The asparagus didn’t produce much and now the patch is completely choked with weeds that I can’t quite bring myself to tackle. Every time I walk by I think, “man, I hope it doesn’t completely die.” The tomatoes, for the second year in a row, are being affected by late blight (and getting eaten by something) and fade away to nothing before they turn red. The zucchini, so prolific a month ago has succumbed to bugs, and the cucumbers just never took off. The vole got the beets once again, the brussels spouts are not sprouting, and the carrots are a sorry lot of thin and stubby. There is a lot of failure if failure’s what I’m looking for.
But when I look again, I realize that there are literally thousands of pounds of purple viking and German butterball potatoes in the ground, just waiting to be harvested. Despite the sad state of the heirlooms, the sungold tomatoes are falling from the vines like offerings. The pole bean teepee, after a rocky start thanks to some very friendly rabbits, has gotten a second wind and the vines are dripping with slender green goodness. Continue reading