Confessions of a Liberal Puritan

Just as an indication of how few triumphs I've been experiencing lately, let me tell you that I felt absurdly proud last night when I was able to do a stirfry for supper with the veggies provided from my own garden: the first of the rainbow carrots, the last of the sugar snap peas, the almost-last of the purple bush beans, and the first ripe cherry tomatoes.

And yes, all those veggies did seem to taste much better than usual, just knowing that I'd grown them myself.

Of course, I did have to wade through the weeds to find anything to pick (once I plant, I'm pretty much done as far as garden maintenance is concerned, because by the time the seeds and seedlings are in the ground it's usually starting to get way too hot and muggy for me).

But in a strange way that makes the triumph all the sweeter: I battled with the weeds to find the hidden goodies, and I emerged victorious! Yay, me!