Hepworth, Party of Seven...

I planted my first garden at the beginning of summer not thinking that I would really be sucessful at it. I planted corn, peas, red potatoes, cucmbers, pickles, pumpkins, and small decorative gords. As time went by, it started to grow and it began to grow on me. It was exciting to see the progress of my harvest growing in abundance. One thing I was particularly proud of was my corn. I swear, I had the tallest, most handsomest corn on the block-yes, I had handsome corn. Some of the stalks stood 8 feet tall. They were strong and they were just starting to produce. That is........

Until all HELL broke loose

and the wrath of Mother Nature stepped in blowing her hot breathe as hard as she could so as to pulvurize my crop. I tried to do what I could, but it was useless. It was a hopeless situation. I tied rope around them to help them from falling over, but she just blew too hard. Most of them she pulled right out of the ground. I felt utterly helpless standing there watching them go over one by one. The strongest of the bunch, because they were so tall, took it the worst.

You work so hard to keep the pesky weeds out, all the watering, babying, etc. down the drain. It was frustrating to say the least. The feeling I had was very strange. Almost as if I were a pioneer trying my hardest to save what seemed like my only food source. Everything else in the garden was okay. The corn was just my favorite part of it all. I am sad to have lost my crop. There is still some standing, but but they are pretty beat up.