I love gardening, I truly do. But there are days when I hate it. There are times when it seems that every bug in the county is in my garden and they brought their pet worms to play with. This morning, the garden was drippy. It’s not that we’ve had enough rain or anything–in fact, the rain completely missed us yesterday afternoon, so we’ve had less than half an inch in the last month. But it was humid enough that the plants were wet, drippy and hanging on the ground.

I couldn’t find any new cucumbers growing. None of the cantaloups were ripe. The tomato plants were mostly draped along the ground and I’m out of poles to tie them up off the ground. The plants are suffering from spider mites (again).

The cucumbers just had a huge infestation of aphids and what I think are white plant lice. I sprayed last evening, but I do it one individual leaf at a time so as not to get the insecticide all over myself and the rest of the garden. This morning everything is damp and drippy and I don’t want those leaves touching me.

I had to spray diluted milk all over everything because I’m afraid that I’ll get another mildew problem with the high humidity if I don’t. That made the garden even more drippy.

The tomato I went to pick this morning had been eaten out by a WORM. I found another one, not even started to ripen that has been attacked by worm’s brother.

I cut a zucchini off the plant and accidentally chopped a leaf off. Rats.

The rain barrel had about half a barrel from the rain we got two days ago. Emptying it is not usually that difficult, but today the hose got kinked. Then I couldn’t position the barrel right to get the water out properly. It was 75 degrees out when I stared, 80 before I was close to finishing. Hot. Sweaty. Drippy.

ARGH.