Wednesday, my gardening friend Nancy and I went to our plots to check our babies. My tomatoes looked confused, I expect because of the hot, cold, hot, cold, wet, dry, wet, dry, etc. weather.
Not confused were the slugs and cut worms. Ninety percent of my beans had been devoured. Out of 8 hills of squash and cukes, only 1 had any survivors. The corn that was popping up had holes in the leaves.
So I replanted, surrounded everything with organic slug bait and Dr Earth insect deterrent, and did a ceremonial dance to the gods-of-good-eating.
Like writing, gardening takes more than patience. It takes persistence, and persistence is my long suit.