If I had had the gift of foresight, if I had known that we would still be here renting this house and not moving into a newly purchased abode, I would have planted a summer garden.
But I didn’t. So now all I have are unsightly weeds. And strawberries.
No tomatoes. No squash. No cucumbers. No corn.
Maybe I’ll try and sneak in a few lettuces. If I can remember to keep them watered enough not to die immediately.