“All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.” -Marc Chagall
Cue Jaws music as the gardener moves in steadily and craftily for the kill, errr… harvest.
Tomato, that is. Flagrant exhibitionists, the tomatoes hide their immature, underage seedy green hearts beneath their every burgeoning, curvaceous fruit.
The first pod has been deployed and is growing at a rather non-alarming rate. Hopefully it won’t be ripe until I find a recipe for Facehugger Baba Ghannoush.
You know you can safely refer to yourself as an “avid gardener” when you have a tub of ladybugs in your fridge. #NuffSaid
It’s the name of my new album. Or some stuff I found in the garden. Read on to uncover the shocking truth!
I imagine today was the first time the next-door neighbor walked out of his house to see a body sprawled across our backyard patio, head and hands hidden under giant squash leaves. He shrugged it off with aplomb and I’ve high hopes tomorrow will be business as usual.
