This being my first garden - ever - I'm learning a lot about the different personalities I've grouped together in my little plot of dirt. With September fast approaching, I find my mind wandering to thoughts of school when I'm outside tending my leafy charges.
There are the over achievers, in this case, the potatoes. Full, lush, and early to flower, they're the ones who sit at the front of the class and are first to eagerly raise their hand and shout, "Pick Me! Pick Me!". We'll see come exam time, if they've produced anything of real value or if their performance has all been for show.
My squash plants are definitely the bullies of the schoolyard. Climbing over, pushing aside, and generally crowding all the other plants, they're nothing short of rude. I'm constantly correcting them, redirecting their growth along a more suitable path, and encouraging them to let others enjoy a little sunshine, like recalcitrant children.
The sunflower I planted on a whim in the spring resolutely faces the corner of the garden fence as though it's been sent there in disgrace.
Then there are the quiet, studious ones. These ones tend not to draw a lot of attention to themselves until, one day, they shyly produce a masterpiece and you just know, they're going to go places.
I've coaxed and coddled some, but the vast majority of the graduates have arrived at this point through their own hard work.
Before you know it, they're all grown up and they stand before you looking so mature in their finery. It won't be long before it's time to bid them farewell, until next year.