|Will these raspberries ever ripen? (they did eventually)|
The main allure of gardening for me is the promise of fresh, tasty food. Carrots pulled up and eaten raw, pie made from my own pumpkin: whatever it is, it tastes better when I grow it myself. It seems to take so long though.
I'm glad I sowed the chard and kale this spring, but it's been hard waiting for the next vegetables to ripen (zuccini and runner beans). An outbreak of slugs and a freak rabbit attack took out more lettuces than I was prepared to lose, and waiting for the next batch to grow up is agony--we need salad! Those onions are very nearly ready, and at this point, I just want to get them up.
It's like this all over the garden. I'm waiting. Waiting some more. Doing a bit of sowing and transplanting, and then another bit of waiting.
Some days I go out and just sit next to my vegetables. I have a chair on the patio (near the containers and onions), or I can sit on a railway sleeper (next to the kale and cabbage). I admire my big tomato plant in a pot, growing plenty of little green fruits. I inspect the cabbages for caterpillars. I hang out with the chickens, or wander over and watch the goldfish. I enjoy the sunshine: it's nice.
So while I wait, I'll work on my suntan, and maybe catch up on some knitting. I might even have a nap. Not much to do except relax, until those vegetables are ready.