All is decaying

The deer ate all my yellow squash while I was away in NYC. They ate all the leaves too. They left only a zucchini about the size of my right arm. Out of pure determination, I tried to eat it anyway. It was bitter.

This past weekend, my gay husband and I pulled out what was left, turned over the dirt, added compost, and emptied a 55 gallon rain barrel into the beds. It was 95 degrees and 100% humidity. It thoroughly sucked. I thought I might pass out. How do farmers do it?

We await cooler weather for a fall garden of broccoli, swiss chard, beets, carrots, and kale.