It's funny how at the end of the growing season I'm drained....tired of watering, picking, worrying about hail, chasing off grasshoppers and I start letting the weeds have their way. I wonder if having a garden is worth the work. I ask myself, "Should I even plant a garden next year?"
I get melancholy as fall creeps in and I watch my garden slowly wither away with every frost.....time to plow it under...."Should I even plant a garden next year?"
Now, Old Man Winter has dropped by for a lengthy stay. It seems his visits are getting longer and colder. It's been an unusually hard winter for us Zone 4 planters. I've been looking at the blanket of snow covering what used to be a thriving metropolis of veggies and I remember, "Hmmmmm, the peas did real well along that west fence last year. But, should I even plant a garden next year?"
As I look back, my tomatoes were plentiful and hearty...until the hail hit. I hate thinning carrots, which wasn't a problem because the wind blew most the seeds away. The garden spiders were thick as thieves; how I hated to disturb her lair just to pick a zucchini....she may follow me into the house and seek out here revenge...eeeeek! The grasshoppers killed my potato plants; I only got 5 potatoes out of the whole bunch. "Should I even plant a garden next year?"
But then I recall how well my radishes did....and my peas, how they thrived it that cool spring weather. My onions....it's March and we are still eating those sweet onions. I had more beans than I could give away, and how delicious was that swiss chard! How could I forget about my beets...so sweet, they tasted like I fertilized them with sugar.
Now that I think about it, yes...all the labor was worth it. How could I NOT plant a garden? I think I'll expand! Now, where did I put that garden planner?