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title: "They don't always grow right"
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- garden
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- croyfamilyfarms
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This year's growing season has been the most challenging to date, partially due
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to the increased square footage, but also due to events outside of my control.
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Thus far: deer have devoured the tops off some of my strawberries and bush
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beans. The native soil in the Sebastopol is so chock-full of grass and clover
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seed that the only way the beets have had a chance has been to tediously
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hand-weed the bed. When transplants should have been soaking up sun to
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kick-start growth, the weather turned and stalled growth with sporadic days of
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rain. Once, it hailed in the west crop.
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It has been rough.
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Despite the frustrating sight of powdery mildew affecting some zucchini plants,
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I try to remind myself that our run of sugar snap peas (~15ft) produced 9.5lbs
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of crunchy sugar snaps. Despite the poor location I selected for the pumpkin
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(too much shade) I try to remind myself that I already harvested two seedings
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of radishes (~20ft). Despite disappointment at the plot of carrots becoming so
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overrun with grass and clover, such that it was more time-effective to hoe it
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all away and transplant some summer squash, I try to remind myself that there
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are 18ft of my first ever potatoes maturing in the ground.
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Most frustrating of all, my tomatoes. Many of their leaves curled, expressing
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their displeasure with my soil, my watering, or something else altogether. The
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first season I kept records, I harvested almost 100lbs of tomatoes from 6
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highly productive plants. This year, I have no idea what to expect, if
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anything.
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Despite **all** of that, I try to remind myself that: I have stood in the
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garden bemused as dozens of bees enjoyed the bounty of our pomegranate tree,
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heavy with flowers. I have quietly watered an adjacent bed, while robins poked
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around in the straw mulch, dining on all the creepy crawlies who inhabit those
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little ecosystems. I have walked outside every morning, greeted by warm sun,
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taller stems, and ever-broadening leaves.
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Cultivating seed and soil is a non-stop roller-coaster of "failures" and
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"successes." It is a humbling experience; it is not a dictation from man to the
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earth but rather a collaboration of countless artists that makes for "success."
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And while they don't always grow right, or how you expect them to, so long as
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they're growing, there's something in the process to savor and enjoy.
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(those deer however, can go straight to hell).
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