Once a garden is started, it is hard to just hard to leave it alone. It calls out to be fondled---if that is the right word. That which is doing well needs encouragement. That which is unwelcome because it is not there for purpose, weeds to be exact, require liquidation, roots and all--- gone, caput, nada por nada, outa here, dirt nap time, gone.
It is all about love, I suppose, maybe a need for food but mostly about doing something that makes sense. It, I believe is a worthy cause that can lead to good health, spiritual rewards and maybe some down-right good eating.
Each day there is a garden growing, I step outside and always look in that direction even when my wife is running around naked. Well, there are some exceptions, but generally the garden is the first draw in the morning. If the tomatoes are 6 feet tall, which they are, and the fruit is fat and sassy, life is good and they should be fondled and encouraged to proceed.
If the beets greens are starting to rot from excessive rain, they need to be encouraged by the elimination of those things that are confining them so they might dry out. If the broccoli has been massacred it is time to bring out the bow and arrow to harvest a rabbit that has found pleasure in the early harvest. Last year the count was 4 for four. This year 0 for 5 and as a result the broccoli has disappeared like Palinís & Bachmannís brains. Oh, the later never had them.
I like that analogy, broccoli and brains, both gone while the rabbit lives on as do the combo of Palin and Bachmann. Sad state. Iíll take the rabbit.
But maybe a sadder state is that we have to leave the garden unattended for all of September because of the call to travel the wild west in the pursuit of leisure and large fish. On return, we shall see just what is the affect of no garden fondling. Will it be unhappy or will it hold out from so much attention earlier?
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