I was awoken this morning by Gendr letting me know that a branch fell out of a tree overnight. We have a gumball tree near the garden that I have wanted removed since we moved into the home. A couple weeks ago we had a wind storm that had broken a branch. It was stuck in the other branches and dangling precariously over the garden. We had contacted a tree removal service and have been awaiting their return to remove it.
So when I got out of bed, my assumption was that known branch had wiggled free. I prepared ahead of time and moved things away from the area that could be damaged and didn’t start any new seeds in the beds near where it may fall. Nope, this was an entirely different branch that fell in an area with no prep at all.
One of the beds is damaged. I am not sure how badly. It looks like it may be ok for the rest of the season at least. But that bed had my yellow pear tomatoes in it. They were THRIVING! Each is probably approaching 10 feet tall and LOADED with tomatoes. One of them is for sure killed. Another is probably on hospice. The others, I don’t really know. It killed a potato plant too, but that was close to harvest time anyway. So we got some potatoes out of that.
It is demoralizing. The garden is what I have put all of my anxiety, fear, sadness and overwhelm into. It was my distraction and the thing that I could show off with some pride, knowing I had put all those negative emotions into it, to produce something nice.
It just makes me really sad.
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