My eggplants continue to amaze and astound. They are still producing. Lots. So are my tomatoes and my red peppers. Only four plants of each, and yet I am picking so much! In Rhode Island! In October!
Isn’t that a lovely pepper? My mother-in-law paid me what I guess she thought was the ultimate complement when she told me they looked “just like the ones in the supermarket.” (I think mine are prettier, and they’re not covered with pesticides.)
Anyway, because I feel comfortable with you, my readers, and have faith that you will understand, here’s my confession: I am getting sick of picking all this produce.
It seems inconceivable that only about three months ago, I was so excited, waiting impatiently to pick my first vegetables. How could I have become so jaded so quickly? I should be thrilled to bits that I am still harvesting in October. Part of me is, but the other side of me wants it all to be over already, so I don’t have to give up a weekend morning to make marinara sauce, or dig up a new red pepper recipe. Am I alone in feeling this way? Do I have a problem or is this normal?
The irony of this story is that not too long from now, when winter sets in, I will fondly remember my productive little friends and long for just a taste of a fresh, homegrown vegetable.
This doesn’t mean I will callously toss my vegetable plants aside just because I have “garden fatigue.” I will continue to dutifully harvest until I can pick no longer. And I will be really, really grateful for such a fantastic growing season.