All of the plants in my garden seem to be dead. They are still there, giving me a tiny bit of hope. If I look closely though, I can see that they have lost the deep green color of plant life, and the bugs seem to be working away at what leaves they have remaining. I think it is time to cut my gardening losses. I lost interest long ago, but like so many things in my life, it isn’t easy for me to give up, even without the satisfaction of growth.
It truly is the summer of my discontent.