okay, i'll admit it. i am guilty of neglecting my gardens. i know i'm not alone, which is why i feel comfortable admitting this here. clearly taking on my most ambitious gardening efforts the same summer that i was planning a wedding [mine] and that my full-time job was extremely demanding was not the best idea. but still, i do not regret it. i know i could have actually pulled out the peas once they dried up back in july. and i know i could have planted some fall crops in their place, and in the place of the garlic i harvested months ago. but i didn't. and you know what? it's okay.
as much as i may have neglected my gardens these past two months, it is still producing. still making me happy every time i pick a tiny little cherry tomato off those volunteer plants wedged between the chard and beans. still surprising me when i pulled up over a dozen small onions that i thought were dead and shriveled [even if they're not much larger than the starts i planted back in the early spring, i will still eat them with pride].
so. even though my garden could have been better, more productive, more lush, more organized. it's not. and i am still so very grateful for what it produces. because of my efforts, or in spite of them.
