Once again, all my good intentions had gone to Hades in a handbasket. I tried to get my garden started several months ago; really I did. But I was prevented by pneumonia that just would not go away and then I was slowed by other circumstances over which I had little control. Not excuses, but real reasons.
I did, however, manage to plant just three pots of veggies: yellow wax beans, English peas, cucumbers. Things that have always grown well for me.
What I did not manage to do was to maintain those pots. After the illness and the circumstances had past, I figured the garden was kinda mad at me again so I ignored the poor thing. I didn't even go out to water, and container gardens need serious attention when it comes to watering.
Early this afternoon when I took out the trash, I looked across the yard to the garden and breathed a sigh of discouragement. And then I thought, why not? Why not go see what the state of things might be. I couldn't go backwards to change anything but I could begin again right from today.
That's how I found out that the garden was still hopeful, still productive. Despite illness and circumstance. Despite two years of laying fallow after the Manure Disaster. The garden was waiting.
I'm having a little bowl of lovely yellow wax beans for lunch.
Thank you, Garden. I will try to be more attentive because I know that you more than pay back any little kindness you are shown.
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