The fruits of my labors

So I decided to plant a garden this year. I was so excited to bring back a part of my life that were fond memories of my childhood. I think I've only retained the memories of playing outside and having an endless smorgesbord of food at my fingertips to munch on at whim. So I decided to "play house" and introduce a new skill to my homemaking repertoire. However, as romantic as it seemed, I think I'd forgotten all that I learned about the hard work that goes into it. Now that my lettuce has completely gone to seed, my carrots completely suffocating my peas, and the birds and field mice eating big holes in my cabbage, I am pleased to announced that I am reaping the fruits of my labors. In other words, the plants that have received the most attention are actually bearing fruit! And, the plants that have received little to no attention are dying and going to waste. But, my tomatoes have survived! I was so proud of them I had my husband take a picture of my first tomatoes in my very first garden as a housewife! I know, it's pretty silly actually. But, nevertheless, still very proud!