This weekend I have
-- put on fleece pants. Not cotton shorts, FLEECE PANTS. And have been happy to do so.
--Gotten a blanket out of the closet, and fallen asleep on the couch under said blanket, following Senator Kennedy's funeral. And was pretty happy to do so. Seriously, I have had enough of summer, of temperatures so high that I wish I had never met Husbandly One, just so that I wouldn't have to get in to the same bed with him.
--Looked over my tomato plants, crying, "Why? WHY??" when faced with yet more shiny green fruits. Dudes, in two days it will be SEPTEMBER, and so far I have harvested three tomatoes. The hundreds of green ones in my garden mock me, I tell you, they MOCK me.
I mentioned to Husbandly one the other day that, if we were counting on my garden to feed us through the winter? Not only would we starve, we would have starved BY NOW.
Sighs, brushes dirt off self, and stands up.
This was my first year trying to do something truly useful with my garden, to move beyond the occasional salad from the backyard. Just because I failed (abysmally) doesn't mean I won't do it all again next year.
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Hey, we feel the same way! We got some things to grow but I was sick most of the summer and with one thing and the other the few things we had started suffered total neglect (talk about guilt)...but as they say, Next Year! Are we gardeners a crazy bunch or what :)
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