Last night for supper, I prepared a delicious fresh Tomato pasta sauce with basil, onions, and garlic. Everything except the olive oil was from my garden. The garlic was from the Winter garden and the onions from the Spring garden. I had enough to store so pride is due there as well. The basil and roma tomatoes are finally eatable and it appears I will have a bumper crop even with the way too cold and wet early season and way too hot and dry now.
Having bragged, I know reality will follow shortly. All the older people in town have produce no matter what the weather. I say something like, "I harvested 10 tomatoes yesterday," and they say "I canned 10 quarts last night." I say, "I put up 5 quarts of green beans yesterday" and they say "I think we have got 50, so far." Or they say, I have some extra ______ and hand me a grocery bag full when I have been secretly proud of my pitiable harvest. I am constantly humbled. And if I listen I can learn something new every year to improve my harvest and timing. But right now I am still feeling proud that I have tomatoes and basil ready to eat.