A few weeks ago, my sheep razed my garden. I was particularly hit by the loss of the sweet potatoes - I had 4 different Hawaiian strains from a few slips my niece gave me. Not only do I love the tubers, I also love the leaves. The sheep left the turnips, although they at the greens, but they decimated the collards, Brussels sprouts and carrots.
When I saw the sweet potato leaves all gone, I just about gave up on the garden. The fence was down, no one was helping me with protecting the garden or keeping it up, and there didn't seem to be any point to keeping on.
Later, on a walk (I always do my best thinking on the move), I decided I didn't care if anyone was going to help - I was going to fence this darned garden and start again. Either my determination caught fire in my husband, or he just didn't want to see the hash up I would make of the fencing, but a week or so later, he bought some of that plastic emergency fence and enclosed the olive trees and the garden.
That's been a few weeks now, and nothing has been done with the garden. Today, I went out to peruse the area to see what I needed to do. I learned a lesson about resilience and hope. The sweet potatoes have sprouted new leaves and are spreading. The purple variety seems to have crossbred with the yellow variety, because some of the leaves have the shape of the yellow variety, but they are purple. I accidentally bred a new variety, it seems. The collards stumps left over from the sheep are covered in new growth - even the lettuce is coming back after being eaten to the ground.
There is still so much I need to learn about plants and gardening - but this was a hopeful, lovely lesson.