After the heavy rain yesterday afternoon, I headed into the garden this morning for one of the great joys of life, a rousing hour of weeding damp earth. Everything comes up more easily than usual after a good rain, especially if there's been the time to let it sock down to the roots.
To my horror, I saw with fresh eyes the plants which I've been telling myself were 'dry' or 'tired out from over-production'. In fact, some kind of disease had not only set in to the garden, but spread through it.
With a heavy heart I dragged the bags away and returned to our now one-third empty garden. It's mid-August, the time of the bountiful harvest. The garlic looks iffy. The hot peppers have large black spots on them. I'll check out their prognosis with a more seasoned gardener before whacking them but don't have the emotional stamina to uproot any more plants today. Thank goodness kale and swiss chard, broccoli and cauliflower(and carrots) don't seem to be susceptible.
The moral to this miserable story? Beware of unfounded optimism otherwise known as *denial*. A new gardener needs guidance and advice. Sometimes delay is deadly. Sometimes a wait-and-see attitude is just plain stupid.
I'm suddenly flushed with panic that, novice that I am, I don't create a parallel situation with our perennially delayed 'promotional campaign'. Especially because the psychics all seemed to agree that July/August was the time for The Louise Log to 'take off'. #EEK