I (as you can see) live in the midwest. I've decided to only plant what my husband, me, and a couple of friends can eat. The season is short but intense. Weeding drives me crazy -- what is it with this awful crab grass that I cannot keep out of the very few patches of garden I call my own? I wish it would just live in the lawn!
This year, for some reason, my sense of smell and taste is "off" and I don't like cucumbers. This breaks my heart, as it has always been a favorite of mine. But they are so easy to grow, and twice a week I go visit a couple of shut-in friends who love them. So I bring them there, and feed my husband as many as he'll eat (usually in the form of cucumber kimchee, which is one form that I still enjoy). Here the tomatoes are just coming in; I have 4 plants. A thriving herb garden, I've already had to cut my tarragon down to the ground (and yes, a week later I still have enough tarragon to feed an army), and my basil failed (don't know what happened, it popped up and we got a few meals from it, then it laid down and died), so I planted a second crop in a planter rather than the ground (it seemed to me that some kind of sub-terranian insect or fungus got it?). This year I think my lovely, bonsai-ish rosemary bush just keeled over and died. But then, it has done it before (it was in a small pot in the RV when we were on the road and my herb garden was in one big pot that I'd put out at every stop -- 3 years; then we brought it here and gave it graduatingly larger pots and brought it in every winter, and it always bloomed at Christmas. It has seemed to have died many times over the years, but I think this may be it. At something like 8 years old, it will be like losing an old friend, especially since we hauled it all over the U.S., border-to-border, coast-to-coast, and it has enhanced many a meal, not just of ours, but of various neighbors all over the country).