Too busy for the fruits of nature

For four years I have been walking weekly by a neighboring garden with several plants – peppers, eggplants, tomatoes, and a few others. Each spring they begin to appear, planted on the ground or in pots, and week by week more colors accompany the greens, regularly transforming into ripe fruits. 

Last summer, many of these edibles were not harvested. They kept changing colors, still hanging, and then fell to the ground, or stayed attached to the plants, becoming dark fossiles, or rotten green and red objects. For weeks, I have been taking several picture shots of this sad view. This week I stopped, once more, and within seconds a lady came out, asking me what I was photographing. I answered that for months I have observed how this year the plants seem abandoned, and see this as a statement which I want to document. She responded that they have been very busy.

To me, being busy to that extent adds to the statement. Though free of judgment, it is a sad state as a whole.

And I wonder which thoughts have been provoked by my answer. What has she thought of her garden making a “statement”?

I can not explain the statement myself. But there is a sadness of abundance to it, and learning of the reason adds something of imbalance.