It’s been a fruitful year.

It rained so much the tomatoes didn’t do much. We had a lot of peas, though. And some of the basil I forgot to water came back due to the rain.

The crazy squirrel-feeding neighbor made it so all the broccoli and Brussels sprouts died as the pests dug up everything I ransplanted. I really didn’t have the energy to fight them this summer. And I let the lettuce go to seed.

The slugs ate all the dahlias, and seemed to make the Cubanelles stunted. A friend’s child pulled up the pretty red zinnias my son grew from seed, but her mom brought me some alium bulbs to make up for it. And the candy mint came back in such volume I was able to put it in my water to help keep the nausea down. And the vineyard roses are still blooming pink outside even after a few frosts.

I was able to rally to plant one last crop of peas, and I hope to steam the shoots today, since I seem to need the iron. You see, I’m fruiting, and the baby should be ready to sprout by the end of February. We’re giving Daunte the middle name of Moss, since that seems to be just about all I could successfully grow this wet summer. But once he’s born I hope to have the energy to replant again next year.

And maybe fight off the squirrels.