Remember the old TV commercials for Salem? Well, cigarettes aside, it’s springtime. No doubt about it. One million tree frogs can’t be wrong. It’s uncanny. They and crickets know the magic day just like my parrot can smell an earthquake.
Last year, Cupcake blew an ass gasket because she bought 5 flavors of seeds and became unhinged when I planted them. What to do with 150 tomato plants? Being ignorant, I’d already planted a bunch of my own. Bad idea. I forgot to consult with the head gardener. This year she insists on only a few. So what gives? Here’s the ammo I was told to load up.
I wonder if she realizes there are a lot of tomatoes here. This is more varieties than last year. Perhaps I should label them this time to avoid being read the riot act. But Cupcake. I can’t just plant one! Arghh!. My kingdom for a large greenhouse.