Fifteen years ago my youngest son was diagnosed with a brain tumor. The trauma of that continues to ripple out over the ensuing years. Some of them are obvious, but some of them are not. Even as a mental health professional, there are things I really do not understand. It just is what it is. One of those things for me was a complete inability to think about a garden.
Which is too bad. I love having fresh produce throughout the growing season. Being able to add fresh herbs to whatever I am cooking is a wonderful way to add brightness of flavor to food. I can’t explain why I haven’t been able to do it. I have compensated with frequent visits to my local Farmer’s Market and participating in a multi-season CSA. Which has definitely helped but it is not enough. My spouse has decided that it is time to get back on the horse. So now we have a plot of land that is rototilled, manured, and some of it is even planted. Wish us luck!