So much work, so much produce, so many happy memories, so much sweat, so much dirt, so many smiles, and new friends and new knowledge.
Yes, we got a lot out of this garden. A good harvest, indeed.
Real gardeners trade Sunday morning lie-ins for hard work and sunshine
(They also stop to smell the flowers)
Real gardeners are proud of even the tiniest harvests.
(And proud enough to go shirtless, too)
Real gardeners are not quite sure what to do with so many tomatoes…
(But they’ll figure something out)
Real gardeners stock up for the week, with plans of grilled eggplant and basil salads, homemade pasta sauce atop roasted spaghetti squash, and steamed vegetables for days.
They spend Sunday nights in the kitchen, pots and pans clanging, making a week’s worth of from-the-garden meals.
They marvel at friends who go out to eat all the time.
(Though they used to do that, too)
Real gardeners could never go back to life without a garden, without fresh produce, hand-picked, and time spent laughing, gossiping and toiling away with friends.