One of the reasons I got in to gardening was that it’s reportedly a relaxing activity. Things go at the pace Mother Nature sets and trying to rush that or slow it down to suit your own timeline is pointless so, before long, you just let go. Or that’s how I visualised it and, in the beginning, the relaxing pace added to my love of gardening.
Then things started ripening. Then everything was ripe. Then too much of everything was ripe. The pressure to eat what’s ready is building daily.
Yesterday lunch was a great salad with an egg and the first tomato of the season (first for me, not first for the worms). A kohlrabi served on the side made a nice crunchy addition to the lunch menu. Yumm.
Dinner included the first gorgeous bush beans of the season (there are bushels full out there – how will they all get eaten?). Also part of my little potato harvest made it to the plate. And the day’s strawberry haul was dessert. I just couldn’t get to the celery, spinach, silverbeet, Asian greens… The broccoli I harvested before breakfast is now in my fridge. The herbs are taking over the neighbourhood. What am I going to do when those cucumbers ripen? Oh Lord, the sweet corn is about ready. I expect I’ll soon have nightmares about being crushed by vegetable. Aaaaagggghhh!
Relaxing my eye! Planting, weeding, watering, tending, watching and waiting are relaxing – the pressure to eat everything at it’s peak is anything but. Luckily I have friends and neighbours who are happy to help me deal with my stress by accepting bags full of goodies. Thank heaven for good neighbours. Now, time to get eating, maybe I can put some rocket on my breakfast cereal…