The summer has turned my garden from a growing sanctuary into a space where plants literally grab onto you as you walk past them. It has gotten…..well…thick out there. I have said before that I think of myself as a hurried gardener and that title still stands. The garden is my best friend and worst enemy at the same time. I stares at me, and yells at me about how I am neglecting its needs. So, finally, this weekend I took heed and spent the better part of Sunday giving it a harvest hair cut. The compost pile got a bit bigger and the garden was tamed….for now. And now the boxes of harvested veggies are taunting me. All in good time my children, all in good time.