I had a really lovely day today filled with friends and community. It built up my spirit. But I must admit that I have been struggling emotionally with packing up and leaving. I am excited about our new place, which will be revealed to you shortly, but I am still sad about leaving.
It is also hard to pull up stakes in the garden. I feel invested in it and like I am just feeling out the rhythm of the space. It only just became my garden this summer for pete’s sake. Anyway, nothing to be done about it. I just keep going; do the next thing that needs to be done. But I do it with a somewhat heavy heart.
I have also been bummed out by the garden’s output. It is small. We have gotten plenty of greens from it, and parsley, and TONS of celery. Cherry tomatoes are coming in every day, but just a few. We have had three red ripe tomatoes, and one seems to be ripening each day. A few cucumbers. The pole beans are just now flowering. No zucchini as of yet. I want the zucchini curse! Where is the glut I have heard so much about? I have experienced it on farms, but never in my own garden.
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Our house is filling up with boxes. Many packed boxes. That is good. Many packed organized boxes, which is even better.
But I am mourning the summer days we might have had were we not moving. The picking, the preserving, the general chilling out we might have done. But no. Instead we try to keep up the rhythm of our lives while sorting, organizing, packing and planning.