Was it Cicero who said that if you have a garden and you have a library, then you have everything you need? By his terms then, I can say that at this point in time, I am completely happy and not yearning for anything. A rare state of being for humans, no?
I still can't get over how addictive gardening is. It's like watching a high-stakes nature documentary unfolding in front of your very eyes. And I don't mean the bamboo sticks supporting my tomato plants...
Just yesterday, I discovered a couple of aphids on one of my broccoli plants and immediately felt a primordial rage bursting forth from deep within. "Get off my plants, you little beasts!" I ran back into the house and immediately started Googling ways to get rid of them. I could feel the seconds ticking by, each moment bringing some horrible image of my poor plants being sucked dry of their vital vege juices.
I decided to make nasturtium spray (boil nasturtium leaves and water, cool, strain then spritz!). Just sprayed very liberally all over my vege patch, and am keeping all fingers and toes crossed that it works.