Sad story: I started my first garden this past Summer. I tilled my own little patch of soil, planted canteloupe seeds and a couple rows of some other stuff. The other stuff seemed to grow average-ly, and they were fine, whatever, but the canteloupes were what really had my attention. I went and weeded them every day, I carefully thinned them out once they started getting a few inches tall, I dusted and wiped off the leaves, I watered early mornings and late evenings, but never during the day when the sun could burn them, and I was so proud of them. They were viney and leafy, and starting to get blossoms all over them. And then something that looks a lot like this happened.
At least, that’s what I think it was, but my neighbor’s canteloupe vines were fine. One day, we came back from work, I walked over to peek at my garden, and BLAMMO. All yellow and brown. All dead. I have no idea really what could have happened. It took me a few weeks of pruning and watering and then about a week of pretending like my garden didn’t exist before I finally worked up the nerve to go and clean them all out. They went away with a bag of lawn refuse two days later. And I cried.
Well, hubby got sick, so I’m making him some chicken soup, and thought I’d go pull in whatever other veggies may happen to have decided to carry on, and lo and behold they’re doing alright! I know this must sound ridiculous, but I have avoided going and looking in at my garden since then, but here are some very nice looking carrots and bell peppers that I found. I’ve gotten a few random veggies out here and there, but this was good little haul. Like my garden is producing, and I didn’t just waste all that work and my plants are living and the universe is okay and it’s a small world after all. It feels like such a happy ending now.