I have come to the realization that in recent weeks, I allowed myself to get distracted from gardening greatness. There was an inkling of a possibility of a maybe-healthy relationship, and I was putting more of my focus into nurturing that idea than my tomatoes. Well, potential tomatoes- there are still no signs of life. (Just to be clear- I’ve continued to dutifully tend to their lifeless plots of dirt despite all signs pointing to pointlessness.)
The potential relationship was terminated before it could become anything, much like the accidental tomato abortions of ‘25. No matter- if I’ve learned anything from the last few years, it is that I am not deterred by failures. I understand feeling scared to try again. Like, “Oh no, what if everything dies like last time?” But I’m also not a little bitch. Can you imagine where I’d be if I got hung up on failure and gave up before trying? Well, I guess I’d have the same amount of tomatoes as I do right now. Sigh.