That’s a great word to play with… “Abundance”! There was a BBC radio comedy sketch many years ago in which a man (John Cleese was the man) was demonstrating, in court for some reason, that if you say any word often enough it’ll become ‘funny’. In that instance the word was ‘teapot’. Today for me it’s ‘abundance’… a bun dance…. ab’nd’nce… ahhh-b’n-daahnsss.
Yes, sometimes my mind wanders into very strange territory.
We have a large number of raised beds at the end of the garden and although we’re only beginners at this home harvesting business we’ve seen a wonderful ‘abundance’ of vegetables coming into our garden through the back door rather than the front. Not to mention the endless supply of Dahlias adorning our new outdoor table.
Just below you can see (well, maybe, they’re rather small photos I’ll admit) pepperoncini, melon, red lettuce and tomatoes:
We have four different tomato varieties alone – the three you see above are from an Italian Heirloom we bought at one of our local farmer’s markets. We’ve had one already from this plant and, thick sliced with a layer of mozzarella and dribbled with balsamic vinegar, it’s gorgeous….
We’ve two different melon plants (promising many melons already) and two Japanese eggplant… or is it plants? There are also a couple of zucchini plants that have been producing for weeks now (and seem never to stop providing a couple a day at least) as well as a bed of Swiss chard and, our great joy, two large beds providing us with load after load of fingerling potatoes – five different types i believe we have in there. I’ve never tried potatoes before so thanks to the Urban Farmers, who provided the seed potatoes and the advice for us to get them right first time.
It really is … an abundance.
I mentioned the Dahlias above – I photographed a couple of them for an earlier blog (the one about drugs) but here’s another look along with some coral pink Gladioli:
There are days when nothing seems to go right – those days when the bread always falls butter side down, the lights are always against you and you not only stub your toe, but hit your head on that open cupboard door as you straighten up… When the abundance is of things you really would rather have less of.
This garden, for me, is the antidote – and long may the buns dance for you too!