Ode to my garden in August — I’ve surrendered to the rocky soil, drought, aphids, voles, deer and raccoons. My dreams of tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplant and beans are a distant memory now. The scrawny pale pepper plant with the bug-munched leaves is the lone cultivar among the thriving weeds. Lambs quarters, quack grass, bindweed, nutsedge; the garden…