It rained for most of the day yesterday. It makes me fear for things in the vegetable garden. We planted our first garden in many years last summer. Prior to that our last garden had been in 2012. The long gap was due to a gardening season like this one, when it rained and rained and rained right after we'd planted our seeds.
In 2012, absolutely nothing came up. It's a lot of work to plant a vegetable garden, especially one the size of ours. So we gave up on gardening for many years until last year when we planted one to fill about 1/3 the space. Everything grew and thrived, and we were happy. Here's a picture taken at the end of July last year.
Now, this year, we're having another wet year, and things are just too wet and too cold to do much growing. Most everything has come up, but not in the numbers I planted. And I've replanted several things at least twice. Sigh. When the rain came down hard last night, I decided we'd get what we get and be happy. At this point, we're planning a travel adventure for next summer. There probably will be no garden. Perhaps by 2023, we will have forgotten the disappointment of 2021. Time will tell. And maybe it's too early for such gardening despair. One can only hope.
It was a pain day yesterday. I had several things on my list to do, but it seemed my arm had other ideas related to sitting and being quiet. Some days are like that. My shoulder hurt, and my thumb was on fire for most of the day. No idea why, except possibly wrestling with And On That Farm may have taken a toll. Where slow stitching is concerned, I just stitch through it. I finished up the section I was working on: