I wrote last fall about my epic garden fail and promised myself and the world I would not plant tomatoes in 2013. We are nearly a month past the last frost date in Virginia and I can claim victory. I have not planted a single tomato. Nor have I planted cucumbers, broccoli or peppers. We have one volunteer tomato plant and I did plant some parsley – it was a gift from the kids – but otherwise I’ve remained edible free in my planting efforts this year.
I commend myself on this achievement. I would not have been able to reach this milestone without the assistance of my husband. He is being transferred to Minneapolis, Minnesota. We may not be here long enough to enjoy a harvest and I need to keep most of my containers empty so they will be easier to move. I have a good excuse to forgo the annual bursting of a dream I call backyard gardening.
Here’s the thing. I’m already thinking how a shortened growing season will work. Perhaps I will be able to grow cilantro once again. Perhaps the squirrels will not dig up and destroy everything I plant. Perhaps my tomatoes and peppers will not take a hiatus because of the high heat. Perhaps I’ll try broccoli. Maybe I’ll get a green house. The possibilities are endless. There is always a chance the garden will work. I’m already dreaming of next year.