My garden suffered from too much rain over too long a period of time. If I would have waited for the rain to stop and the soil to become right, the temperatures would be too high by then to set fruit on tomatoes. So you roll the dice. You win a few, you lose a lot. The outcome of a garden is dependent on many variables and one has to learn to expect some disappointment and then learn from it. This isn't my first rodeo. I started gardening as a helper with my dad in 1956. I was only 4 but I learned to love the soil and how tomatoes worked even at that young age. Each year I worked with dad in a small 35'X30' garden until I was 12. Maybe that is why I have one that size even today. Then when I was 13 years old I planted my first garden and right about the time it was almost played out Hurricane Betsy took it. I learned that weather is needed but it can take everything real fast also. Each year since then I have grown something and that includes those early married years living in a townhouse when I planted in containers on a 8X8 patio. I have endured hot, dry, cool, wet and all things in between. It is always an uphill climb with some years steeper than others. I wouldn't trade my failures or my successes. I may wish some years were better, but I always realize that it's the climb, not necessarily the top of the mountain that is the value of the trip. I made many a trip in this world and have seen a large portion of this planet, but I will say that I remember the trips more than the destinations. And gardening seems to be the same. I can remember pests infestations, disease problems, droughts, monsoons and problems more easily than harvests or abundance. I figure gardening is like racing cars. If you only remembered the races you won, you wouldn't remember hardly any of the time you spent behind the wheel.
Harvest is the final blessing of a garden. What comes before that is the real blessing, the miracle of growth.