And it is also a good way to reconcile oneself to the loss of one's harvest. What with one thing and the other, Mian and I have not tasted too much of the fruits of our toil. The wheat I wrote about.
I was proud of the corn- as I should be, na?
The tomatoes we did get a taste of, can't complain even though sundry ground crawlers got more.
My first reaction to the loss of the wheat and the corn was utter rage and distress. I swore to eat pies made of grain-fed, free range, organic parrots and porcupines. My second thought was that this first harvest was naivedyam. A sharing of food with the rightful occupants of the land. They are not the thieves, after all.
There are still some tomatoes, two ears of corn, the beans are just setting fruit. And now the all-important september planting is due. Here's a photo to prove that atleast one of us did enjoy food from our garden.