As the summer winds to a close, I have to confess to feeling a little weary of my vegetable garden. I am not quite ready to yank the gangly plants out of the ground. (Though the never-to-flower watermelon, the past prime green beans, the tomatoes threatening to tip over their cages, are kind of asking for it.) Yet, the thrill is gone. When I look at my garden, I see many things I can and should do in it, but my response is less excitement and more, meh, I’ll do it later.  If I were a better gardener, I’d be working on fall crops. Instead, I’ll settle for a few more tomatoes, a bit of arugula in a few weeks, and of course, more kale.

It has been a good garden summer – mountains of kale, piles of beets, bowls full of tomatoes, green beans, cucumbers and carrots, many of which have appeared in my instgram feed or facebook page. If there is a name for someone who posts way too many photos of their garden vegetables, I have earned it this year.  And my garden, which has given me as much pleasure as produce, has earned its keep despite my current seasonal ennui.