I love months that begin on Monday. I never actually stick with whatever it was that I was going to start on that first wonderful day, but the potential is what excites me the most. I know enough to see that growth comes in increments over time, but I still hope that someday I’ll be like the cucumber, sprouting fruits overnight, under the cover of leaves and darkness.
Speaking of cucumbers, we were prudent this year and only planted ONE, after too many years of having more than we knew what to do with. Do you know what happened to our ONE cucumber plant? It died, of course. Thankfully, we have less prudent neighbors and friends who are growing several plants, and they are generous with us.
The other plant that died was the watermelon. This after I spent two hours one Saturday weeding the jungle and bringing it into submission. Apparently, watermelon vines don’t like to be disturbed, even if a person is only trying to help them out by giving them a chance at sunlight. We picked the largest watermelon on the dying vine and brought it inside, fingers crossed. It was barely pink, quite juicy, and tasted like…water. Next year, next year.
That is the joy of gardening. There’s always next year. (This only works when you’re not relying on the garden for your actual sustenance, so we’re good for now.) I already know that next year I want to plant more red and pink zinnias for the hummingbirds, because when I see them zipping happily among the flowers I planted I think, Finally! I have done something absolutely right in the world!
I did thin the beets this spring, which felt like murder but resulted in party-sized beets, that we are now tired of eating. There may be a spiritual lesson in there but I'm not sure I want to know what it is.
So we won’t win any awards or be featured in any magazines for our beautiful, bountiful produce, but we definitely aren’t giving up, and I like to think that persistence is what counts, in gardening, and in every good thing that matters.
Happy August to you. May the locust's thrumming jar your heart into remembering that autumn is coming and that these warm days should never be taken for granted.