It’s been a while since I paid much attention to my garden. The chard is prolific, the lettuce is history, and the broccoli….well, the broccoli has beautiful lush leaves and not much else.
The majority of my heirloom tomato plants withered and died. And the one promising-sized tomato was carried off by a band of squirrels. So I’m left with my scattered cherry tomato forest which somehow manages to produce enough to eat a handful every day. The last day of summer and it’s a day of mowing, weeding, and cleaning.