It happens every year at about this time. Despite my best efforts, the garden overwhelms me! Once the corn begins to tassle, I simply need to put my blinders on and ignore the weeds.
Granted, I am able to keep the beds weed-free. I just need to find the beds amongst the uninvited foliage.
This feeling of being overwhelmed somehow does not stop at the garden gate. Other cyclical tasks, once eagerly anticipated, are forgotten. This year it’s the meat chicken order. (You would think that a woman who is tied to her computer all the work-long day would maybe give the emptying freezer some consideration, but no.) Granted, this year has been ridiculously hot and dry, so every week I would mentally think “next week shall be cooler (thus I can place the order).” But weeks continue to go by and I begin to feel like this: