Mid June in my le jardin d' emilie
Jun. 16, 2009 6:00 am
Updated: Jun. 17, 2009 5:59 am
What a glorious, riotous profusion of vegetation awaited me this morning at 6:00 a.m. Armed with a mega-mug of decaffienated coffee and a plastic tub I walked into the rising sun and into heaven. Was able to pick enough beans for a canner full later this afternoon and gleaned several cucumbers destined to become pickles as well. It was a very close call this year. Two weeks ago surgery was scheduled for a catheter to explore my femoral and lower arteries in both legs. A week ago I awoke to find a stint had been placed in my right leg. (Left leg to be scheduled soon...). Horrors! My beloved green beans were promising a plethora of pickings immediately! But I drifted through the day determined that by the next evening I'd be able to harvest. The next morning found me back in the surgeon's office in a wheel chair. But God is good and knew I needed my garden to heal. By Thursday I could walk to my garden patio and gaze with rapt reverence at the abundance. By Friday I was picking my beans and over the weekend was able to can 25 pints of the healthiest produce imaginable. My problem now rests in how to explain to a vascular surgeon that scheduling the next surgery must somehow give precedence to tomatoes, peas, okra and other basic food groups. A garden waits for no one...we'll see if a surgeon will...