God bless the gardeners.
Thanks to all their planning, planting and praying, the rest of us can have fresh veggies this summer. And this summer, many of those gardeners are stupified by the abundance their little patches of ground have brought forth.
A friend who planted a few tomato plants has gotten a yield massive enough to stock Olive Garden for the year. She is begging people to enjoy some of her produce. I think her pitch also included peppers for salsa and a few herbs thrown in for good measure.
Likewise, another gardener I know has corn and cabbage readying for a scary big harvest.
In both cases, the gardeners are fairly new to gardening. Rather than claiming the green thumb I was attributing to their success, they are claiming all the rain the last few weeks is what multiplies their blessings.
Which has become my good news/bad news.
You see, while I donít plant veggies, I do enjoy the flowers and bushes my husband and I have planted around our house for the last few decades. Each year, we water and plant and water and re-plant perennials until we get just the look weíve imagined our gardens to be.
Last year, the hot temperatures mixed with the derecho really did a number on our garden. Of course, with the damage done to homes in our neighborhood, my gardens were forced to take a back seat. Yet still, I looked sadly at my few vines trying to force a bloom. It was pathetic.
My tall grasses werenít.
My potted plants on the patio died, as did the flowers I had planted in the ground.
Every evening we went through the task of pulling the hose out and watering the dirt.
I realize that garden hoses donít yield the same water as that which falls from the skies, but it was all we had. So through the drought we trickled water in hopes of something coming forth. And, we did lots of grumbling about our lack of rain.
Fast forward to this year, we found we were still grumbling. However, we were taking the opposite side of the grumbling argument and complaining about heavy rains.
I told my husband it would be nice if we could get outdoors and enjoy some of this summer instead of sitting indoors and watching it rain. In my next breath, I told him that I thought our flowers had never looked better.
Our greenery is so lush that last week we actually lost our dog in the flowers as she ran out for her morning bunny chase. Thankfully, sheís a white dog so she wasnít all that hard to eventually spot in the jungle.
One night last week I told my husband that I think we finally got the gardening thing perfected. ďPerhaps itís the new hose we bought,Ē I suggested.
You see, we bought one of those hoses that expands as water flows through and then retracts into nothing when the water stops. Itís pretty nice, and in my mind it was making the difference.
Well, that and my now-extensive knowledge of all things flower-related.
After all, what else could explain the lush feel of our patio flowers? Is there any other reason our flowers that last year were feet apart in the front yard are now touching and blooming all over the place? Itís the look I imagined when we planted them, and now Iíve made it work.
My husband suggested the beautiful gardens were the result of all the rain weíve had this year. The logical side of my brain knew that would make a big difference from last. Iíll give him that.
My vegetable-gardening friends talked of their successes this year, thanks to the rain.
Guess Iíll have to admit that maybe itís not just my floral expertise at work this year. Perhaps my lush garden has very little to do with me. So that said, Iíll just sit back and enjoy the bounty this rain has brought forth in my flower beds.
God has blessed the gardeners.