My garden, that is. Every row has been tilled and planted and every hill has been filled. All but my one row of beets and 3 hills of squash have green occupants and I hope the recent sun will encourage those stubborn seeds to emerge.
The only thing to do now is dust the squash plants with Sevin, water the tomatoes and cukes and hope for the best.
I sympathize with actual farmers whose livelihood depends on successful crops. I’m just hoping for a few fresh tomatoes and whatever else decides to grow.
I don’t like to think about how much I spend on my small garden bed – tomato cages, seeds, young plants, trellises, bug spray, fertilizer, potting soil, and pots.
I expect I could take that amount and go to the Framer’s Market every Saturday morning, buy fresh vegetables and be money ahead.
But I don’t garden to save money. I garden because I love to see things grow and how can you put a value on picking and slicing that first ripe tomato, slathering two pieces of bread with Duke’s mayonnaise and diving in?
That makes it all worthwhile – and if I get a few fresh cukes, a mess of peas and some squash, that’s all the better.