Many things can be put off. Weeding, for example, can be delayed for weeks without dire consequences, though the longer the delay the greater the likelihood that thousands of seeds will be spread about. The garden demands constant evaluation, when to plant, to weed, or prune for maximum benefit, or often times to minimize troubles.
Finally, I can no longer ignore the slow creep of advancing age. The surgeon’s knife dictates a brief interruption (hopefully) to my summer gardening schedule. I am warned that simple tasks, bending to pluck a weed, will be difficult for months. What will become of the garden while I recover? Certainly, that should be the least of my worries. I boast that I will return stronger and more able, but will I, and when?
Today, I update photos of the garden in late July, and expect that after a short hiatus I will be back at it, if only to document the garden’s progress through summer into early autumn.