I mean, not that I really got far into it. But three of my four zucchini plants died, and the last one still hasn’t even put out a female flower that I can tell. My tomato plants are stumbling along, but I’ve only seen one flower from four plants. Caterpillars got my carrots, though a few may survive. The mint turned mostly brown for no reason I could see, but it’s mint, so it’s still freaking alive. The one surviving pepper plant has one surviving leaf.
Why won’t they just die?
The thing is, I’m tired of fussing with them. They are not producing (and are not going to produce) the bountiful vegetables I expected, so I am ready to be done with all of it. Unfortunately I just don’t have the heart to, say, stop watering them.
They have decided to live. I am therefore stuck trying to help them to do so, with no hope of repayment.
Sigh. My life. So hard.
Really, right now, I’m tired of most things. I am probably not alone in that. Times are rough right now. Writing is a slog. It’s ridiculously hot outside, and my favorite getaway (the ONLY cooler-weather getaway within an hour’s drive!) caught fire last month and while thankfully most of it still exists, the road is damaged and closed. And while they expect to open the crowds-gather-here town, the forest isn’t supposed to open until November.
November!
I could go on, listing all the things I can’t do, but you know. I’m sure you’ve got your own list.
Luckily I am not tired of ice cream, though with most of my other joys canceled, I am indulging in more than I should. But hey. Gotta support Ben and Jerry’s, right?