I looked at my harvest yesterday morning. Here it is (or will be). Maybe.
One tiny cucumber.
One little tomato.
Aaand ... that's it.
Here's a look over my garden domain, from the platform down a hill to the garage. In June, I plopped a few cukes, a few tomato plants and a few basil plants into the ground. I didn't know at the time, but I had lyme disease. I did know that I was exhausted! It was all I could do to dig holes and put plants in. No soil prep. No fertilizer. No nothing.
Most of the plants died, but some of them hung on and struggled through the season, and soon I'll harvest my lonely cuke and tomato.