Neglect

I wrote this note earlier this summer when it became apparent that this would be a neglectful year of gardening. We spent most of our spare time working on a deck project ... and letting the weeds take over as you can see in this picture. We still got a good harvest, in fact we're still picking ... I guess the garden doesn't need me as much as I need it. 

Dear Garden -

Hey there! I know it’s been a while and since you’re not on Facebook and don’t have cell service I thought I’d go old-fashioned and drop you a note. I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve been out to see you, I feel terrible … the tomatoes must be getting so big by now! Are they ready to start school, or do they wish for a few more weeks of summer?

I’ve been thinking of you. In fact you’re never far from mind. I keep wanting to spend some time with you and free you from those weeds. But let’s face it, the weather hasn’t been stellar. Of course, you know that better than anyone. Just when you finally dried out, you must have wanted to keel over in that hot spell. And then, where’d the blossom end rot and blight come from? Maybe you should see someone about that, an organic specialist of some kind?

I did see those amazing zucchini, though, and the dill and basil are taller than I thought possible. Nice work! I love how you manage to persevere through it all. And I’m hoping you’ll apply that steady approach to our friendship because I promise a time will come when I’ll be a more regular visitor.

It’s just that this has been a busy summer. We tackled a big deck project and have spent a lot of time with family. Oliver’s getting ready for Kindergarten and his own blossoming is pretty amazing to watch. He’s at that stage of growth when you feel like you want to make sure he’s got good support, but enough room to stretch out. It’s an important time. You want the roots to set deeply, and you hope for enough sun so you can watch his face turn to the light. Of course, there are times when I want to tie him to stakes so he’ll stay still, but I know that energy will serve him well in the long run. So, I’ve been focused on our own family fertilizer this summer, and while it’s no excuse for neglecting you, I hope you’ll understand. Your weeds and wildness are just a reflection of another garden I’m growing.

Take care, my friend. I’m sure I’ll get out to see you soon. Maybe we can catch up when the brussels sprouts are ready. If not, we’ll try again next year.

Love and kisses,

Kate