Rob is away... and as I document the happenings outside in the garden we love, I thought I'd share some images of this very important part of Gehring Road here on Saturdays. The garden has been neglected on this blog, I admit... mostly because the garden and I have a love-hate relationship. I love to peek out and see Rob, face inches away from the plants, willing them to thrive... and they usually do. I love grabbing a fresh strawberry from the planters over the shed while walking the dog. I love watching peppers and mesclun grow and become a salad, sunflowers popping up and the taste of peas that don't make it out of the garden.
But, in the past few years we've battled blight, flea beetles, woodchucks and too much rain. The flea beetles were a low... as I sat dejectedly last year on the hill when we discovered their existence, I dramatically imagined New Englanders of old watching their new plants be devoured by those little buggers and said to Rob, "What if we really needed the garden to survive??" Rob laughed.
So this year, as our green thumb lovingly covered eggplant plants that last year waved a white flag of one leaf and remained sticks post-flea beetles, and grew broccoli from seed, and has planted six varieties of gourds so we can do this again, I'm reminded of how really amazing all of this growing (and the green thumb) really is. The weekend is here... I'm going to watch this rain we're having water the garden. Enjoy the weekend, wherever it finds you.
