The Walk of Shame

This morning I went to the farmer’s market to buy the things that I tried to grow. Yes, this is probably a gardener’s greatest walk of shame. However, for $20 I came out with 6 lbs of peaches, 7 ears of silver queen, a pint of blueberries, three squash, two zucchini, and four sweet potatoes. Twenty dollars would not have covered my water bill to grow all of that successfully.

Backing up a bit, I first went to school to drop off my time sheet. I had planned on carrying Wookie and letting Scooby walk, but when I went to unload the boys, neither had shoes. Whoops. So I carried both boys across the parking lot and let Scooby walk barefoot once inside. This was just more evidence that whatever was left of my brain after having Scooby is now fully gone. Fortunately, I had packed a borrowed Moby Wrap, so I was able to push Scooby in the stroller once we got the market.

I’m still deciding if I like the Moby. The benefits are that it is soft, holds the baby close, isn’t too hot, and is a very simple design – just one very long piece of stretchy fabric. Wookie seems to have no complaints (see the post-shopper’s satisfied look), but I found putting the wrap on in the parking lot to be a chore because the material is so long that it drags on the ground (I tried to let the excess drape into the car). I I think I’m not wearing it right yet, because Wookie started up at my chest and ended up at my bellybutton by the time I was done shopping… and that was with adjusting it once or twice. I saw a really cute carrier at church on Sunday that I would purchase had I the cash, but I might attempt to sew one if I get really brave.

But back to gardening. It seems some people I know grew amazing crops this summer, and some grew not so amazing crops. The former all have very sunny growing conditions, the latter have a decent bit of shade. Next summer the tomatoes will be moved to this year’s corn plot, which is the sunniest spot in the yard. Though I may have taken the walk of shame and likely will many times again, I’m not giving up on urban gardening just yet, but a relocation to the countryside might boost my confidence.