Mostly Plants

Some of you, my dear readers, may have wondered what ever happened to my garden.  The short answer is I stopped paying it much attention after the first week of July, when I started caring about the bar.

I had assumed it was a total loss.  When I moved to Massachusetts I showed the plot to Shannon and told her that if she felt inclined to rip out the weeds and see if she could salvage any produce, she was welcome to.  She didn’t.

Last weekend I went back to Ithaca and slogged through the prairie formerly known as my garden, in pouring rain, to take down my fence and retrieve my hose and tools.  To my joy, I found that my produce had actually produced!  In the absence of any effort on my part for the past three months, I got six stalks of brussels sprouts, a HEAP of basil, and exactly one tomato, which I promptly ate.

It totally made getting soaked worthwhile.