We've entered a stretch of long, hot and sticky summer days that threaten our time spent outdoors. Hazel and I are taking advantage of the cool(er) mornings by playing outside and taking quick peeks at the garden. Once the sun creeps high in the sky we scamper indoors, where we stay, until the next morning. And so the garden hasn't seen much attention this week.
In those quiet morning moments I find myself grumbling a bit too much at the garden. My complaint list runs long. Many of the plants are tall and leggy from too much rain and a loss of nutrients, the bugs just won't quit and I suspect the tomatoes are dying from the ground up. I wish to myself that I had planted more, planted sooner, planted differently.
But each morning brings a fresh start in the garden and I am reminded of why I do this as we find a few things begging to be harvested and brought inside. There is always a zucchini or cucumber to be picked with the never ending promise of more tomorrow. Even Hazel has enjoyed chewing on a pepper or two.
If I only pick a handful of vegetables each day this summer, the garden will be a success. I am grateful for the things that do grow and look forward to what the future of the garden holds.