It’s that magic time of the year again. Flowers are poppin’ and spring is springin’. Cupcake said I may have planted a few too many tomatoes. I’m sure my three neighbors want some. Funny thing is when you get them suckers up to about two feet in a gallon potter, you’ve got more friends than Jennifer Aniston.
I went light this year with only ten flavors and 135 plants. Like Karen Carpenter said; You can never be too rich or too thin!” Tomatoes to me are like money. I donate them to Vets causes so I’ll be sure to qualify for my INDEPENDENT LIVING PROGRAM GREENHOUSE. Because it’s necessary and vital to my endeavor and I aspire to self-actualize and integrate with my community. All that from tomatoes.
Notice what happens when they move Daylight Savings time to an earlier date? It’s like New Hampshire insisting on being the first to hold their Presidential primary. If you move your date back, we flowers will just pop up and bloom sooner.
And a fond farewell to my old friend Molly, this morning. A faithful wingman for over a decade.