Grown.

I spent a bit of time out in the garden today, ripping up the weeds that have invaded. My style of gardening can at best be described as “wabi sabi” and, at worst, “neglectful”.

I have harvested two zucchinis, though, and a very fat cucumber. There are a few more of each growing and a lot of flowers on the vines. I’ve been eating the cucumber in my salad all week.

The cherry (or was it grape that I planted?) tomatoes have exploded far beyond the reaches of the tomato cages. Once again I have failed to pinch the lower growths and the plants are each about 4 feet wide and 3 feet tall. They’ve covered in flowers and I am no longer mad at OneBun and her babies for eating the other plants before they had a chance to grow much.

The jalapeno peppers, however, were sacrificed to the weeds – I couldn’t find them, literally, and yanked them out along with the invaders. The loofahs died on the vine, for the second year, confirming that we’re not making them happy in our garden.

In lovely surprises, however… A few years ago we planted some sunflowers. Last year we had one spontaneously grow – we didn’t plant anything at all in the garden, and it was nice to see that flower show up. This year there are three of them with trunks – no, they’re not stems – about the circumference of my fist. Coffee is a bit giddy about that.

Now that most of the weeds are cleared, I can go back to neglecting the garden for a few more weeks. This pleases me.

I may need to rethink my plans of owning a farm someday.