Dear Garden,
It’s not you, it’s me. It would probably be better for the both of us if we went our separate ways.
Sincerely,
Jared
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Please look at the picture on your left. If you’re directionally challenged, it’ll be to the right. See all those peppers? Those came from my garden. Jealous? You shouldn’t be. I would have posted the picture of my tomatoes, but that would make you vomit.
My garden and I have a love hate relationship. I love it. It hates me. This is not good for our long term status. It’s like that lost dog who wandered into your yard. Deep down you want to keep it, but deep down you hope that it runs away to your neighbor’s house; preferably the one that didn’t let you borrow his lawnmower. That’s how I feel with my garden. I love it, but secretly wish a small meteor would rain down and take out my garden around the first week of August. I’ve had enough.
Please refer to the picture on the left again… or right. Your choice. Just make sure it’s the one with all the peppers in it. I forgot to mention that the picture is only 1/4th of the amount I actually picked. 300 are still on the plant. This is my fourth cycle of peppers I have picked this year…. I’ve actually ran out of canning supplies. Don’t even get me started on tomatoes. I have enough tomatoes to feed the entire city of Parma. The point is, I can’t eat anymore vegetables. I’ve had enough. It’s like Chinese water torture. At first you can take it… then after 4 weeks of eating the same thing over and over, you just want something different… like bread. I wish you could grow bread in a garden…. or pasta. The world would definitely be a better place.

