I’m apparently the worst gardener in the world.
I have all these grand intentions in May, with visions of juicy tomatoes fresh off the vine, crisp cucumbers full of flavor, culinary masterpieces created from the basil, rosemary and tarragon I’m going to grow.
Our traditional garden space is in a bit of flux this year as we’ve done some new landscaping and were clearing a space with the intention of (next year!) doing raised beds. This spring I cleared out a little bedding space near the house and diligently sowed basil seeds, a few herb starts, said cucumber seeds and some Jack-Be-Little Pumpkins seeds.
And then June hit.
My middle son started having health problems about the second week of summer vacation and was hospitalized twice for three nights each in a space of a few weeks. After his second hospitalization in early July, I caught a bug and was completely wiped out for more than a week. And then just as I started feeling human again, I left for a wonderful writing conference where I got to see many dear friends and talented writers.
I returned energized and excited to write and return to real life … and suddenly realized I haven’t weeded or watered my poor fledgling seeds one time all summer long. Oops!
Yesterday I finally scheduled time to clear away the knee-high weeds and found to my great delight that I actually have some flowering cucumbers plants. They’re small and a bit yellow but we’ll see if I can revive them enough to actually produce something.
The basil didn’t germinate but the rosemary plant is still thriving. My tarragon that I transplanted from another part of the yard is also doing quite well. The pumpkins were the real heroes. Three of the four hills where I sowed seeds now have plants growing.
Every year I tell myself this is going to be the year I figure out this whole gardening thing but by July, life usually gets in the way. Ah well. Next year, right?
I’m lucky, though. I might not have the greenest of thumbs but I have many wonderful neighbors who do. Just tonight, one of our sweet elderly neighbors brought over a dozen ears of early sweet corn from her garden.
If all else fails, there’s always the farmer’s market!
What about you? How is your garden growing this year? What is your favorite thing to eat fresh off the vine?