Traveling, sheepdog trialing and training are not conducive to gardening.
The garden that I lovingly planted, weeded and tended in May is now lush with weeds.
But I am an optimist.
Surely my veggie plants would survive the chaos.
And, so tonight I went in search of the onions.
If I could find one, I reasoned, I could make out the row and follow it through the weeds.
With a little effort, a few mosquito bites and some thistle pricks, I found and rescued the sweet onions.
They will pair nicely with the zucchini and cucumbers that seem to thrive on neglect, and go from blossom to ginormous overnight.
One person can only eat so many cucumbers and zucchini, so I've cut a deal with the chickens. I get the tender produce--and anything over 6 inches is theirs for the slurping.
It works for now, but I see them eyeing the tomatoes.
The tomatoes, peppers, potatoes and eggplant are for another night.
Reclaiming the wild garden takes time.