End of the season, Begining of the Experiment

We just struck the sets on our first real attempt at vegetable gardening in over 20 years. Didn't turn out too bad.
A little history.
As a kid, I hated gardening. Vowed I'd have none of it when I was old enough to choose for my self. Besides, what could you possibly get out of the ground that could ever match the artificial, goldeny goodness of cheese curls?
Then I grew up. Learned that food costs money, and if you're gonna spend money for food, it might as well be good food. It took getting married to discover that "good food" didn't mean beef stew sluked out of a can onto a skillet. We raised two daughters and discovered even more about costs, food, and everything.
Then, on our own again, we looked around and saw that we, the collective, big "We", are in a world of hurt. Climate this, Peak That, Global the other. Financial disastrophie (I made that up, because I didn't want to use the other overused adjectives and euphemisms used to remind us that we live in Terrible Times), job insecurity, societal distress, unbridled greed and consumerism, and so on and so on. Maybe a little mid-life crisis, too.
Clearly, we are all in deep stew (not the canned kind), and there is AbsolutelyNothingInThisWorldThatWeCanDoAboutAnyOfIt!

Except, maybe, start a garden. So we did.