Thursday, May 17, 2012
That's it. That's my vegetable garden. For a guy who used to maintain close to a thousand square feet in vegetables, composting all the vegetable detritus produced on the place, picking, plucking, peeling, paring, canning-- well, you know, gardening, I've fallen into a sorry state.
The little garden boasts four Better Boy, four Roma, four sweet bell peppers and four jalapenos. The jalapenos are near the front door where I can conveniently pluck a pepper whenever the mood strikes.
I would be much more apologetic for this sorry agricultural display were it not for the fact that it took me all morning and a good bit of the afternoon to accomplish this much. Imagine what real gardening might look like. Why, the frost would settle on some of the seedlings, it would take so long to get the planting done.
However, when I note that a single butternut squash in the grocery store can cost as much as a gallon of gas, I wonder. If I am not growing my vegetables, just what the heck will I be able to afford to eat? Oh, Friends, if getting old has its perks, it has its compensatory factors, too. Or as someone notably said, It ain't all beer and skittles.