Veggies of June

Just as of last week, I've been starting to really feel like the garden is in--like we have enough vegetables to stop buying them from the store, to stop planning too much for dinner ahead of time. Dinner is anything with greens, turnips, radishes, shallots, sometimes beets, now steadily peas, both snap and shell. Add a can of salmon and an olive oil/balsamic dressing; or cook up some egg noddles and stir in soy sauce and sesame oil. Voila. It is good. 

And yet I've been hung up on vegetables of the future. Our sad, tiny onions.  The beans and the leaf spot on some of their leaves. Our tomatoes suffering in the upside down weather—cool and rainy now that they're getting heavy with green fruit. 

I actually cried about it—in fury at the rain and clouds that stayed away all spring, when I wanted them for peas and lettuce and radishes, and at the sun that beat down on everything endlessly until now, when it would actually be more helpful. 

And then I got a grip. Or, I'm trying to get a grip. Trying to rearrange my focus on the present. On sautés with snap peas, on panfuls of just-hot shell peas tossed with butter. On pillowy mashed turnips. On radish pickles and lots and lots of salad. I can do my best to help the rest of the garden along, but I can't let worries about August keep me from enjoying June.