I'd like to post some lovely, updated photos of my garden for you to say "God, more photos AGAIN?!" but, alas, nothing right now. I've lost everything I started indoors with the exception of one Jimmy Nardello pepper plant to a rabid infestation of fruit flies brought on, I think, by the week's worth of drenching rains. Then again, I'm not Gil Grissom so who really knows where they all came from. Suffice to say, yesterday morning I went out back and noticed the soil in each pot was shaking its sweet self to a secret disco medley. Soil is not supposed to move of its own volition and it was then that I noticed the thick flitty clouds of fruit flies covering everything. Like Goldie Hawn in "Overboard" I think I swallowed a bug. Or several thousand, which is the fruit fly equivalent of one regular bug. Either way, yesterday afternoon, I bagged and hauled everything to the curb. Trust me when I say eww.
Admittedly, I'm angry that this happened, all my hard work taken away by trash men; a fair amount of money and time lost; and what could have been my best crop ever of tomatoes and peppers, really interesting varieties that I was looking forward to sharing. Gone, just that like, with absolutely no way for me to have prevented it.
But I still have a roof over my head. My family is still under that roof, my boys have a yard to play in, and we opened the pool, officially starting the summer season. I'm grateful for all of this and for Mother Nature not wreaking havoc on us. I'm lucky. I can afford to replace the pots and the plants (and I did), and I don't rely on my garden for sustenance or financial survival. What I view as a seasonal hobby others rely on to put food on the table and clothes on their backs. Do I have a right to be angry? Sure, who wouldn't be. But I'm focusing instead on starting anew and being glad I have the means to do so.
You so know I'm foisting more pictures upon you as soon as possible, don't you? :)