In these two weeks I've worked diligently trying to eat an entire summer's worth of vine-ripened tomatoes, watermelon, cucumbers, okra, purple-hulled peas, banana peppers, and sweet corn washed down with a couple of gallons of sun tea flushed with the mint from my garden.
I was gone for just five weeks and only to three continents (in case that matters), but there's grass all over my basil. The mint has gone to seed. The tarragon is comatose. And there are three sorry-looking bell peppers in the patch.
Not only do I want TR's 2 continents/month job, I also want his gardener.