The first year I "gardened" I threw some seeds around and waited. Literally. I didn't even bury them. I figured, hey, nature doesn't have a trowel. She isn't on her knees in the dirt being freaked out by worms and spiders...
As you might expect, I didn't have much of a harvest that year.
Umm, for the articles...
After that 'year of a million seeds', it occurred to me to start trying to grow things I'm actually willing to eat. Novel concept.
There are still some lettuce looking things growing in the salad patch. I didn’t pull them because they are still green and I didn't want to be rude. (Still have no intention of eating them.)
Doesn't matter how dumb you are in gardening, though. You keep getting new chances. There is no need to dwell on uneaten eggplants and overeaten potatoes. Every year at this time, it is gardening square one. Again. Out with the dead and dying (I don't want to go on the cart!) in with the new: like garlic!
Isn't that how all of life works, really? We feel like we are marching in a straight line towards... something, and we are in a real hurry to get there. But what is it? Harvest? Retirement? Death? Who knows, but if the rest of nature runs in circles, why do we think we are the exception? We are nature too.
Perhaps if we all accept that life is a series of slow moving circles, full of lots of chances to get things right or just to do things a little better on the next go 'round, we wouldn't be in such a hurry all of the time. We could all just slow down and enjoy the ride. (Like a merry-go-round without the annoying music.)
Besides, if you go fast enough, you'll just end up spinning out of control. Like a hurricane.