June 15, 2012
The trip puts a kink in his garden experience, but he seems to be adjusting well to the realization that he won't be here when his garden comes to fruition. da Daddy will have to put up the Romas, and da Grampa will come get the "Big Boy" tomatoes when they are ripe. As for the basil, I will make one more pesto dinner and that will be that for our gardening.
Next year, we're definitely making FOOD (renting a tiller, making rows, the whole nine yards). He is really rather good at all of this. Normally, I just plant things and they die, and I resolve myself to that process. His stuff seems to grow, almost effortlessly. It's sort of not fair, if you ask me, but I like that he enjoys growing vegetables and herbs and eating them, so I can't complain too much about the disparity of our talents.
Just a reminder for our friend Munches: you may enjoy the fruits of our labors while we are away, but please don't invite your friends and have parties while we're gone.
Thanks, the mgmt.
at 8:21 AM