While my daughter and I were out of town in Chicago, my husband was in charge of the farm
and well, how do I say this...he forgot to water. That might not be an issue with most places
this time of the year but here in the desert where we have been having a heat wave
with temperatures over 100 degrees, it is a disaster. All my lettuce starts are fried,
my fresh seedlings that were starting up gone and my pumpkin patch that I have been babying
since May. Ooh, I can't even think about it... I want to cry!
I know people are more important than plants but to an urban farmer,
the lines get blurred sometimes.
Here's some pictures of my pumpkin patch through the last six months.
And this is what I came home to...
I harvested the pumpkins that were salvageable,
brought them inside, along with some pomegranates
and used them throughout the house to decorate for fall.
I learned an important lesson from this...no matter if I make a detailed list of what to do day by day
...next time I go out of town I am going to hire someone to take care of the farm.
My husband is the banker, not the tender, he loves the farm but I am the caretaker of it.
I can not expect him to take care of a four year old boy, a cat, a dog, 8 chickens and all the gardens.
Just FYI.....All animals and humans survived our 4 day Chicago trip..
I can't promise you they bathed
but they are alive.
Tomorrow is a new day...the old is gone and the new has come!
I am going to go have a good cry now.