I glanced over the rest of the crabgrass and saw something red gleaming there. Hmmm. That's not the tomato patch.
Lo and behold, it was a beautiful, big sweet pepper turned red. Then I saw a yellow one and a couple of green ones. I went to get a basket because my hands were pretty full by this point. The basket says "eight quarts" on the end, but is what I usually call a peck basket.
I had a little trouble navigating through the pepper plants because the twelve sweet potato slips Cliff planted right after I got home from the hospital have sent out treacherous vines. Directions said to allow them six feet on each side of the row, which we did. Those vines must be on steroids, because they've stretched out twice that far!
My cousin who visited last week brought us some huge sweet potatoes which we wasted no time in consuming. One was so big we had to quarter it to get it to bake in the microwave. Of course, sweet potatoes continue to grow until frost, but I decided to dig just one hill up and see what I had. I wasn't expecting much.
So although I've done nothing but complain about my garden of weeds, we got at least a dozen cabbages, a nice early crop of corn, better radishes than I have raised in years, beets, carrots, and now peppers and sweet potatoes. I won't go into detail explaining the things that did not do well, since they probably made up 2/3 of the garden. But hey, I got something. I'm still undecided about whether to even put forth the effort next year. But you know, when spring starts beckoning we all go a little crazy. If only there were a guarantee that I'd get some tomatoes...