the garden’s gone. i tore it all up yesterday and i’m going back today to pick up the tools and shovels. i’m moving to portland sometime this summer and i’m bringing my seeds with me and i’ll start over again. i dug out all the tomatoes and lettuce yesterday and found a few surprises - some giant beets that had been forgotten underneath the sweet peas, tons of shallots that were almost ready to be dug up anyway, a single ripe cherry tomato (i started that fucking plant in JANUARY and i got a total of 4 tomatoes from it.) - but mostly i had weeds. weeds and spiders.

my neighbor came by as i was digging everything out. “it’s a little early to be getting ready for fall, isn’t it?” he asked as i pulled out my lettuce. “actually, i’m moving,” i told him. “i’m taking my seeds to portland and i’m gonna start another garden there. there’s got to be a metaphor here somewhere, right?” we laughed. crying would be sad.