Despite the grasshoppers eating all the okra leaves, we're still picking so many okra that Michael made soup to have a change from the usual bhindi bhaji (Indian style okra).
And finally, finally, we have an eggplant. It's still a baby though :) We don't know why we never got fruit earlier because it's such a healthy plant and makes lots of flowers. We even hand-pollinated it just in case the bees didn't get around to it. I predict a ratatouille in our future! Too bad our squash and cucumbers stopped producing--we got some sort of powdery mildew and that was the end of that.
Gardening is so very much like the writing life. It takes sowing, patience, constant practice, weeding, throwing out bad stuff, but in time there's fruit. Now that I've consolidated most of my notes from the conference, tidied my desk, I'm settling into revising a couple of manuscripts (with help from my cats >^-^< they tried to type this post as well) but also sowing seeds of some new ones. How do your stories grow?
And please note, that it's Michael who has the green thumb, not me. I pick all the fresh goodness from our garden and eat it.