Just like in the city, out here the work never stops.  Still while you are on vacation you try to pretend it does.  For two weeks, deserved or not, you attempt to repress the knowledge that those two weeks of stifling stress have inflated the work load on your return to a such an insurmountable mound that you have no idea where to start digging to get it under control again.

The two week vacation is really an American nightmare to a good portion of the developed world, where they are much more wise to the fact that it takes one month, minimum, to fully decompress and be ready to go back to work again.  After a month, or even two, when you return to the mound waiting for you, somehow, miraculously, it is hardly any bigger than the two week mound!  I don’t understand how this is, but if you’ve ever been lucky enough to take a two month vacation, you know exactly what I mean.

In my garden that fact translates as well.  After two weeks it is nearly impossible to tell the difference between the crops and the weeds, so how much worse could it possibly get if I just took the rest of the season off?  I can pick it back up again for the fall planting.   After all, there are melon and sweet potato vines and plenty of squash taking over what’s left of the tomatoes, herbs, peppers, and corn.  So, it’s not like we’ll starve if I don’t save those last morsels from the oblivion of weed wilderness.  What I really wish is that I could appreciate more what’s out there, but all I keep thinking about is all the changes that should be made for next time.  The space, water,  and soil are at least alterable; I still have no clue what I’m going to do about the voles, deer, rabbits, squirrels, raccoons and poison ivy.

Learning through trail and error, while significantly more efficient than learning from books, is itself terribly inefficient.  Had this knowledge and these skills been passed down to me since childhood, through demonstration by family or even school, they would feel second-nature now.  But, like many suburban raised kids, I had considered nature as something to be clipped and esthetically arranged and shamelessly manipulated, not painstakingly nurtured and gently tamed and regularly harvested, and certainly not studied or understood.

Anyway, because of heat I am back to my desk work for the remainder of the summer, which feels miserably less productive in comparison.  Just another two weeks, please, I keep praying,  if only so my inbox can resemble the garden.