Stairs... so many stairs

The garden has been rather lackluster this year:

Behold…the sum total of my zucchini crop (butter provided for scale only. I did not grow the butter.) Zucchini is probably one of the easiest vegetables to grow in the WORLD. You can throw a rotten zucchini into a compost pile and a whole new plant will sprout before you know it to bestow its benevolence upon you in the form of ridiculously large and numerous vegetables.

But not at chez Laylabean, apparently.

All the other plants performed in a similarly dismal fashion. The tomato plants are enormous and have completely engulfed their fragile metal cages, but there have been only a handful of tomatoes. Likewise the brussel sprouts. Gigantic, towering plants with leaves as big as dinner plates, but so far only one (ONE) brussel sprout.

Not that I care too much. Not really. It’s been an off year for me in many ways and this is just one more thing. I don’t even like zucchini that much and even though I had high hopes for the brussel sprouts, the best I can manage when viewing my harvest is a decided meh.

I usually get very excited in Autumn at the prospect of farmer’s markets and fruit stands and gardens with all the fresh fruits and veggies. But this year, even my beloved O’Henry peaches or the thought of a tomato fresh off the vine and warm from the sun couldn’t shake me from my apathy.

Meh.

That about sums it up.