I talk about my garden often here, and the weather too. The two go hand-in-hand, I think, because the more time I spend in my garden, the more I consequently notice the extremes in temperature, the rainy days, the untimely seasonal shifts and the nightly lows. I can recall for you what I remember of the weather back in 2009, the first year Matt and I took shovel to soil and grew our first garden. That summer, we had at least two major thunderstorms. One of which was particularly memorable because it came out of nowhere. The sky had been clear blue, not a cloud in sight, and we had been out planting our somewhat sad, leggy heirloom tomatoes seedlings.
|Images taken back in 2009.|
It took a moment to buy into the reality of the situation, but we eventually, and somewhat reluctantly, began collecting our tools. We actually tried to cover our tomato seedlings with little plastic cups, which led to a mad scramble to retrieve said cups once the wind picked up. We barely made it to shelter before the black clouds had completely taken over the sky. I remember parking my lawn chair down next to Matt's in the doorway of the garage with just my feet dangling out in the rain, beer in hand, soaking up nature's performance with the bending, dancing trees, the pouring rain and the booming thunder.
|Soggy tomato plants from 2010.|
This year will stick out, too. The year Ella was born. The year we had no winter, no rain. Part of me remembers some of these details about the weather simply because they were memorable. But I know myself. I know I have a terrible memory, and that the real reason the details remain sharp is because I garden, and because I write about and photograph my endeavors with the soil. It seems like such a simple thing, really, but the memories and associations that come from planting and harvesting and eating garden food are important to me. They remind me why blogging matters so much to me, and why I want to make more of an effort to keep my presence here alive.
I know some of you have been wondering and asking if I'm still around because I haven't posted as much in the past year or so. The answer is yes - this little space of mine is too important to abandon. For those of you that still read, thanks for stickin' around. I might not be as frequent here as I once was, but I'll try to do better. And for those of you who want more frequent updates, I'm pretty active on Instagram these days, so please come say hi.