To say this gardening season has been a disappointment has been the understatement of the year. The Midwest drought has meant that we've had terrible misses in the garden. Our six tomato plants have produced three fruits - two of which rotted before they reddened. I've seen one jalapeno. Many squash flowers but no actual zucchini.
And I would love, love, love a fresh cantaloupe...but there are none to be found at our local markets.
I realize it could be worse. My livelihood does not depend on my sad garden that's produced little more than three-feet tall dill plants and a score of weeds.
But summer's only half over...and the gardening seasons have just begun.
Despite the 100 degree forecast, I'm thinking fall, and frost dates, and when I can start planting fall seeds and heat-tolerant seeds for another round of gardening. Slowly, I've been clearing weeds during early mornings, replacing that space with carrots, radishes, onions and other easy to grow plants. I'll admit I've got some bolted lettuce laying in wait, counting the days until they self-seed (the ultimate in lazy gardening.)
Gardening is one part science, one part luck, one part patience. And just like we tell our kids, just because it doesn't work the first time doesn't mean we won't do better next time.