The veggies are still exploding with growth. It’s too much for our small family of three to eat on our own, and we are “forced” to give much away.
It makes me feel rich. And spoiled. We pull in heaps of dark red tomatoes several times a week. I’m plucking deep red and yellow peppers off the bush. Watching the watermelon and pumpkin mature. Tossing fresh basil into the stir fry just because we can. Best of all, my daughter has been given no holds barred permission to eat whatever she wants from the garden, whenever she wants, so she does.
I am very grateful for the beauty and wealth in my modest, little slice of life.