Before the deer have a chance to ravage any plants growing outside the ten foot garden fence.
Before the hungry gophers gnaw down the juicy stalks and roots of trees and vegetables.
Before the chomping bugs decimate the grape leaves.
Before tomato hornworms.
Every year starts with such hope of fruitfulness. In the four months that constitute our summer, a lot is lost. But every year I'm once again ready to do it all over again.
Gardeners are, at heart, eternal optimists.