I’m still in shock myself. Stunned. Yes, I know her life’s in disarray at the moment. She’s not living in her house, the ceiling is under repair, but THIS? How could she?
Yep. That’s her planter’s box, once filled with a wild tangle of sweet potato it’s now barren. Sure vines were mussed, the yard unkept…
But to pull them all out? That’s akin to pulling one’s hair out!
“There were no sweet potatoes, anyway.”
“They take time! Come October/November you would have had plenty of potatoes!”
“Ah, whatever. I pulled them all out.”
“Why didn’t you call me? I could have talked you through this!” Why would you do it unless—
You’re really in distress. Which gave me pause. Tearing open her computer case, whipping it free… I could see. Yes. I’m afraid so. It was the reality of no time, no energy. Stress reared its ugly head and she yanked her vines free in vicarious delight.
Something I can understand. Mandie’s under a bit of stress right now and who can blame her? Under the circumstance, I might do the same. (Okay, maybe that’s a tad extreme. I mean, I’m the woman who collects compost while away from home just to feed my plants–save the earth!) But life is life and everyone’s is different. I haven’t been driven from my home. I don’t work in an office. I have time. She doesn’t.
So despite the evidence of potatoes in progress, she has foregone the harvest.
But take heart — there’s good news! She hasn’t forsaken the dream! When her life returns to normal and she’s back and settled, she WANTS to try again! Can you think of a better testament to the joy of gardening?
Hmph. I’m hard-pressed on that count.