What Happens When I’m Not Looking
I neatly planted many of my vegetables in May this year. It was a pleasure leaning over the bluestone–edged raised beds and planting the little plants. I liked tucking them in and feeling the soil on my hands. When I was finished that day I took this photo. Do you remember me showing it to you?
Then life and my daughter Tory’s softball schedule came along. And in a few short weeks my beautifully laid out little vegetables grew up. And the weeds, like unruly cousins, moved in.
I’ve been looking at the mayhem for a couple of weeks, but other chores took precedence. . .until today. Today, in our blistering NJ heat, I weeded the vegetable garden. Sweat rolled down the sides of my face. When I leaned over to get a better grip on the weeds so I could yank them out, the sweat ran into my eyes. Stinging!
My reward? I mean besides being able to see the vegetables again. Two lovely zucchini! And more (of course) are on the way. Aren’t they lovely?
Yes, I know. By the time the summer wears on I’ll likely be cursing the prolific plants. But now? Now I love them!
I’m going to make zucchini bread to celebrate my good fortune of having two ripe zucchini. I have two terrific recipes for zucchini bread. And maybe I’ll make zucchini pancakes too. My Aunt Shirley showed me how many years ago in Ohio, where she and my Uncle Chester live and garden.
P.S. I finally planted the three ‘My Monet’ shrubs today too; you can see them still in their pots in the veggie garden photo from May.