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This is a testament to our difficult summer. The largest plant in my garden is that giant thistle. Those yellow things in the background were supposed to be cucumbers. They taste like it, but I didn't plant yellow cucumbers. We got only a handful of cherry tomatoes.  We have way more weeds than useful plants, and this was the first year in seven that we didn't get raspberries--not because the plants didn't produce but because wasps/yellow jackets ate them.  The strawberry plants were accidentally murdered by a helpful person who dumped pounds of dirt on them in the spring.  The only item in our yard that was a success was the golden delicious apple tree. We had a lot of tasty apples this year. We also had some zucchini, but I don't eat zucchini and I didn't get out there to pick it until they were ginormous. Rick always wants me to plant zucchini, but it overtakes the garden and he doesn't actually eat it.

We are approaching the end of October and I am afraid I won't be able to clean that messy embarrassment of a garden up before the weather is too cold. 2015's garden stunk and I want to be rid of it, but I don't have the time or energy to tackle that thistle and the other monstrous weeds. 

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Chelsey said…
Rest Bonni. You have enough to do :) Who cares about the stinky garden? I have a bunch of thistle in my front yard and I don't care.
October 24, 2015 at 10:18 AM
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