Since my last post, my brother has been keeping his eyes out for veggies. Which is pretty difficult, considering the weeds have taken over our modest plot. Some of the weeds are quite lovely, if you actually look at them. A few of them are flowering (what are those?). Yesterday, he came into my room and said, "Hey sis, you have a cucumber down there." I immediately jumped up, threw on flippie floppies, and got my behind down our hill. I went to the area I remember planting my pickling cucumber plants, and all I could find were tiny little prickly beginnings. The same I've been seeing all season. But then, with the help of Chris's keen eyes, I saw one. A beautiful, solitary cucumber. Perfect pickle size. I reached down and plucked my little pickle, and I beamed. To be honest, I don't really like cucumbers, but in that moment, I loved that one. Gardening glory.
After I found my pretty little pickle, I surveyed the rest of the garden. I am happy to report (to whoever may read this humble blog) that the garden is still producing edibles. Our tomato plants are covered in green spheres of goodness, and our pepper plants are getting spicey! Danny brought a huge banana pepper inside.
Forgive me for being deep, but doesn't this sound a lot like our lives? We start out with big dreams and lots of anticipation. It all starts well. Then sometime later, another dream pulls on our attention and weeds pop up. At first, we can handle the weeds. Plucking and tugging until our dream clears up again. But as time goes on, the weeds take over, and we can't figure out which parts are weed and which parts are dream.
But this week I've learned to have faith in my weeds. If you're willing to look through them, they can still allow a dream to produce fruit (or veggies). I once read another garden blog which said anyone who can throw a seed in the ground and water it can produce at least a minimal amount of edible material. Katallagei is proving him correct. Our weeds are doing quite well.
