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Overgrown Garden

September 8, 2012


Coming home from vacation can be so sad.

You show up to vacation with nothing to do but nothing….and when you come home ….well I come home to work.

It has all been there waiting to be done.  And in my absence… it has just grown way out of control.

Pests and weeds have flourished without me being there to pluck and pull them off and feed them to chickens.

What did I except?   To come home and someone else handled it?  Made all the rows straight?  Picked out the pests?  Watered the parched parts with truth…I mean water?

Who would do that?  Oh surely not the plants themselves?  No I knew all summer long all  some wanted to do was choke out anything nearby .  I mean, I have seen there track record…they have done it so many times before…left to their own devices it always ends the same… funny I thought it would be different, this time.

The plants didn’t go on vacation.

Some plants ,determined to rule the whole garden, have flopped themselves over  on less sprawling plants…and with not a place to go those little plants have been stunted.

Without proper sun they have not thrived in the shade of these overly domineering plants.

The one thing that makes me shake my head and springs tears to my eyes… is no matter how overwhelming these giant plants have gotten, as they steamroll over the little plants…it hasn’t helped them.  The big plants have not succeeded in making any more fruit.  They are more all consuming… but they have not brought in more harvest in spite of their size. They have become tangled with their nearby neighbors…so much so that I can’t even figure out where one bullying plant starts and one ends.  With all of that there is no more fruit than was expected.  Isn’t it about the harvest?

Funny how during  different seasons I had strength and energy for the tending and encouraging of growth.  I always thought that it would be for something, a bigger harvest…. but now the seasons change.  I have new fall plants that I would rather tend.  So have at it giant domineering plants…the only thing you have supplied is more places for the hornworms to chew at you….I will be moving on to the other part of the garden that will yield the next harvest.  I may end up ripping them out entirely…I probably won’t, I am endlessly romantic in my level of hope….sigh.

It is still sad..about the other plants.  But I did all I could.  I gave them attention all summer.  I sowed into each bed.  I picked off each pest and apologized that I could  not serve them better with harsher ingredients, being the organic little gardner that I am ; I am limited in what I can do.

so with heavy shoulders and an exhausted little heart…I will be in my garden today seeing if I can tend the bullied parts of my garden.

linking with Ginny’s garden journal…because this was supposed to be about plants.

7 Comments leave one →
  1. September 8, 2012 11:28 am

    strange how that is,it is like all the energy goes to growing HUGE and none of it goes to growing fruit. i too hate pulling up plants, even when they have reached their end, they work so hard to grow.

    • September 8, 2012 1:49 pm

      “,it is like all the energy goes to growing HUGE and none of it goes to growing fruit.”
      those are some good words….amen to that!

  2. charltonestatetrust permalink
    September 8, 2012 4:39 pm

    Love the horses – are they used for ploughing (plowing)?

  3. September 8, 2012 10:31 pm

    the Farmer doesn’t go any where during the main growing season. It is his passion. I get a little tired of it. the daughters and I went to the beach and had a wonderful time.

  4. September 8, 2012 11:52 pm

    I would love to have overgrown, then the heat and death that my garden experienced with this 100+ heat constantly. I am just not use to it. Yours looks just perfect!

  5. September 14, 2012 12:01 am

    Ooooh these words. They are TRUTH.. So concerned with being BIGGEST forgetting that the first will be last and the last will be first. The meek. Yup! hugs, it doesn’t change the harvest. You know it. You know the truth. You know the still small voice.

  6. September 14, 2012 12:02 am

    Oh, and I love the ending photo. Manure in the making.

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