Caution: Heat-induced rant to follow 
So I have reached my annual "Why do I bother to keep my garden?" quandry

Every summer, when the temperatures rise and the rains stop falling, I start to wonder "Why do I have a garden?" Don't get me wrong: I love having a garden. But what I don't love is not having a garden in my backyard, and one that is subject to rules that (quite frankly) I find illogical (such as not being allowed to have an irrigation system on a timer)
Dan still does not really enjoy going to our garden, and when I go to water (which is pretty much the only reason I go when the heat of summer hits), it is only to water and harvest. The harvested stuff I bring home gets washed and put in the fridge, with Dan saying "oh, I should make something!" and then the stuff ends up going bad before he does anything with it. I make zucchini bread and give stuff to neighbors and colleagues.
But I love spring time in the garden: the planning and preparation, the nurturing of the seedlings, and the training of the grape and kiwi vines. I love to watch the frogs and the fish and the birds. I love fall, when things start to die back and I trim the vines down and harvest the last of the pumpkins and the birds scavenge for the last of the sunflower seeds. I love winter, when everything is silent and waiting for the tender, warm rains of spring.
Summer can just f*ck right off

I honestly think that if I had a house with a garden that I could just walk out to any time, even for a couple of minutes, I would much better appreciate it. Anyway, you gardening nerds are my audience today. I don't expect any solutions here - just venting.
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