I feel a difficult feeling showing these to you, like the one you feel when you tell a secret you weren't meant to tell; all together ashamed and relieved. I'm sure we have all been there once or twice. I imagine I will feel similar as a mother. Once children grow up and are ready to be released to the world, it is a heavy feeling to let them go. To send them out into a world of responsibility, regret, and disappointment, in lieu of playgrounds, play dates, and play-doh. It is something we all must endure; letting go, giving up the rope, and praying to no end.
But, really this is just tomatoes, peppers, squash, corn, peas, okra, greens, a baby cucumber, and many herbs and flowers. There is no heavy burden attached. We are not meant to feed ourselves from this harvest (yet). It is experiment, it is craft. It is gaining knowledge and skill to be able to do it well, when the time comes. It is never perfect.