obituary of a garden

some time a go i had to do the most dreadfully awful thing.

sniff sniff

i had ...
i had.........
i had to kill my garden.

tear.

actually, many tears.

the thing is we have this problem.  this problem called giant wasps.  they're called cicada wasps.  i call them philistines, goliath of gath, sons of ....... just kidding.  you might remember them from last year: link.  now imagine fifty or more of these giant beasts buzzing around your yard every day digging holes all over your yard and garden to make your own personal locust cemetery from whose graves giant evil wasp creatures will emerge next year after feeding on the deceased.  i half expect locust zombies to emerge after them and simon pegg to emerge with a baseball bat to start smashing them to the beat of some 'queen' song.

i exaggerate not. (except for locust zombies and simon pegg)

whole yard.

entire garden.

i wanted to scream.

i said... "must needs get exterminator and their arsenal of poisons to killllllll the winged spawn of the devil.
so let it be written, so let it be done"

...and it was done.  but it made my beautiful, just finally maturing, productive, and much used garden of vegetables a bed of carcinogens (okay, i jumped to the carcinogen word but the bug guy agreed that we should make that a flower bed in future and not plant veg vegges where the poisons grow)

i was in the depths of vegetable despair until my neighbor said i could access her yard at any time to create a garden along the foot of property we have on the one side of our house.  (she was just as upset as i was.  when you plant sugar peas and share them freely you get good neighborly relationships)
i'm still very sad (really, i am). i'm sad that i have to buy vegetables the rest of the summer and that i lost forty-four plants of garlic; but there are people in this world who we know and don't know who have real problems so i'm going to stop crying about my veggie patch and pray for my brothers and sisters in Christ and so on who are suffering through real persecution and hardship.

oh, and dont' get me started on mice.  i'm getting a little paranoid with all these infestations.  if i didn't know better i'd say pharaoh had moved in and moses was trying to kick him out.

these pretty pictures are  helping to calm my nerves.

dear garden:
 Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


William Shakespeare