A watched pot never boils.
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.
A watched pumpkin slowly produces fruit, but while your busy hatching plans for Jack o’ lanterns, nature intervenes.
Clichés and tortured prose aside, when things go wrong my disappointment is palpable. Pumpkin vines grow from seed to fruit in just 90 days. If I could cast the seeds over my shoulder and forget about them till harvest, would it temper my sense of loss when things don’t work out? Perhaps.
I’m not that kind of gardener.
When I lay seeds on the warm earth, I tuck them in with soil and hope. Emerging seedlings make my heart pump a little faster. Flowers and fruit arrive on the scene and I can’t wait to drag family and friends into the garden to see the latest earthy surprise.
Talking about tomato yields with fellow bloggers gives me a wonderful sense of community. Glancing up from the kitchen sink to see a neighbor slow down to admire the sunflowers makes me smile.
Sharing my disappointments, however, makes me sad. I learn from my garden failures and continue to plant every year, but still it’s such a let down. If only I would take things a less personally.
Emotional gardener or gardening sap? I’ll leave that to my readers to decide.