She wants you to know how good the dill was. Not one to munch on the tomatoes or kale, she's our berry and herb seeker. If we had olive trees she'd be all over those as well. Often in the blackberry bushes, multiplying just by the woods, she's gathers for the smoothies she'll devour. She has not been beating the bunny to our new strawberry patch, however. No, Baby Cottontail, who appears to be on his/her own, is finding good dreams in our hop plants and a full belly in the garden. I should mind.
The lettuce had a good year. The cucumbers and peppers seem to love all our rain. The rest of the herbs too. Our nettle patch has brought more jewelweed than we'll ever need and the calendula will need its own garden before too long. The chard has lasted all summer, squash is coming in strong, a pumpkin is growing in the compost, and the tomatoes were nice and steady until the same thing that attacked our tomatillos found them.
The ground cherry plants never grew more than an a couple inches off the ground. Our broccoli grew huge leaves and decided that was enough. Carrots, potatoes, garlic, the things we eat the most, we ironically neglected to plant this year. Our onions had to be pulled early. They are small and few, but mighty.
We'll grow spinach, kale, and lettuce this fall and winter under high tunnels. Maybe try broccoli in there too. Remember to put garlic in, if nothing else because I'll crave garlic scapes until they are back in our dips and salads. We'll winterize the new blueberries in the basement, cover the strawberries, remember to use marigolds and straw from now on. They are helpers.
Each year I'm amazed things grow and thrive. Nine years we've been tending this little patch of land, watched the bees and hummingbirds buzz by while we're tending. We've delighted in the butterflies who make space all the more beautiful, the turtle and bunny we share our food with, and the kiddos who celebrate every ripe tomato, though they won't eat them unless they are hidden or in the form of ketchup.
Patience and letting go has been taught again and again. Hope has grown, along with the nourishment, and the push me to my edge learning, so much learning.
I am thankful for this space, my first garden so many years ago. How much it feels still new and yet familiar.
Thankful our kids don't know life without a garden.
Thankful for the rain that fell while we traveled and the food that grew despite our neglect.
Maybe not for the amount of weeding that's calling, but perhaps for the quiet time it will bring.
Good things- in the garden.
(pictures taken in June- things are looking a little different these days)