Ruby Chard

It's that time of year again, harvest time. This is my ruby chard, which seems to be going to seed as, instead of picking it I'm taking photos.

In garden life I reckon there are two types of people, the planters and the harvesters. Over my years in the garden I have resigned myself to the fact that I am a planter. When the first rays of sun start strengthening in the spring, I have daily daydreams about all the bright flowers and yummy vegetables that will soon be pushing their green shoots through the soil. I love planting the seeds and tending to the sometimes hundreds of tiny, green infant plants. (It is always a bit of a power trip, if I water you you'll live and if I don't you'll die)

Anyway, all goes well in the spring but as the months go by my enthusiasm wanes. So much so that half my vegetables never make the table, never mind ziplock bags for the freezer. Unfortunately every year I follow this same pattern. As I see it, there is only one way out of this predicament, but for me it is too late.

The big mistake I made was not to research my partner in the garden's persuasion before we got hitched up together. Alas, I married another planter, harvesters I fear are few and far between. I do have some lucky friends who have married harvesters and it seems a marriage made in heaven - almost. I do stress that this is only in my personal experience but harvesters always seem to be a bit boring. So I'll just stick with an empty freezer and the planter that I have.