After late planting, summer hail, and freak cold snaps, I finally have a semi-abundance of fruit. The tomatoes fought back against the odds and are producing wonderful red orbs of deliciousness.
|The survivors, surrounded by frost damage.|
I say when the going gets tough... the gardeners get going. I could have given up on my unsightly garden, but that would have been too easy. It just took a little pruning of the damaged stalks and leaves, continued watering and weeding, and a careful watch of the weather to give the plants a chance to do what they naturally do. They gave me fruit.
It would have been easy to say autumn is beginning so there's no reason to add new plants. The trees and lavender I planted this week will be stronger next year than any of the plants others wait to plant in spring. I still have a lot of work to do in my garden and I'm not going to let a calendar or a thermometer make me stop. Sure, I may wear an extra layer or two of clothing, but new soil needs to be added and compost needs to be dug in. Mulching needs to start soon.
My tomatoes haven't stopped working and neither will I. Their days are numbered, but they're fighting to the end. I'll do what I can to aid that fight. Even after they're gone, the victory of ripe tomatoes will be remembered.
The underdog tomatoes helped remind me why I like to garden. It's because of the little victories. It's about adversity and being able to hold something in your hand that shows you overcame it. It's about doing something that might be a little hard. It's about having a story to tell. Isn't gardening grand?