It was early June before we got our garden planted and it seemed as though nothing would ever grow. My friends would boast of their dinnertime feasts–beans, lettuce, broccoli–all homegrown and delicious. I admit it, I was green with envy.
Daily, I would walk to the backyard, whispering sweet nothings to our plants, urging them to grow. Willing them to grow. For what seemed like weeks, nothing.
Then we went on vacation.
We arrived back home no longer possessing a garden, but a jungle. Take a peek.