Harvest Time

Even the worst gardens have triumphs and here's mine. My carrots and tomatoes arrived with great abundance. I felt rather giddy digging out my carrots, not caring that most were smaller than my smallest finger. No matter. What ever they lacked in size they made up for in quantity. I am not sure why I was so surprised at their success. I planted parsnips last year and had a bumper crop. My soil here must be good for root vegetables.




My tomatoes also prospered, despite a bit of blight from overcrowding (my fault) and far too much rain (Mother Nature's oversight). I spent the summer on constant suspense thinking at any moment we could get word that we would have to vacate our rental house while my husband was still finishing up school. Such a turn of events would have us homeless and nearly penniless so needless to say my mind was elsewhere... what's Gaia's excuse?

Because of our external woes, I found myself lacking "umph' in a lot of projects around here. My flower beds are completely over run with weeds, and my vegetable garden did not fare much better, although anything which gave us sustenance seemed to get more attention than things that survive purely on looks (do you see any parallels here?).

But all's well that ends well. My husband graduated school two weeks ago and started work at his new job yesterday. We have been permitted to stay another year which gives us more than enough time to shop around for our homestead (yet another step in the right direction). And I now have oodles of tomatoes to make salsa.



My garden is a parallel to my life it seems. This summer started off with a future of uncertainty, about the same time that my brocoli, cauliflower and lettuce were eaten by unknown sources (without my permission). Now that everything has panned out for us off the 'homestead' it seems our homestead has been generous enough to provide a few delights as well.

Just goes to show, happiness is truly homemade.