Monday, August 17, 2009
You say tomato, I say zut alors
I am sorry but the farm is driving me crazy. You remember my farm. It is one of those Community Assisted Agriculture situations. You pay money in advance and then you get a bag of vegetables every week.
Saturday the farm's newsletter said, "It is a miracle anything is growing in the ground."
And they announced that their tomatoes had flopped and the season would be severely curtailed.
OK, I thought, this has been a rough and rainy summer so far. That has been fine with me because, no hard feelings about sitting in the house for hours on end writing about Leonard Pennario. Plus fewer parties next door. These people had a party on Saturday and you could not even think. Howard said it was as if we were getting a new roof put on the house. Ha, ha! It was true!
Well, the rainy summer may have been good for me but it was bad for the tomatoes.
Tomatoes need sun. I understand that, blah blah blah.
Lastnight I go over to my friend Gary's house. And Gary gives me a gigantic bag of tomatoes.
He said, "I got so many I just got tired of picking them so I did not even pick all of them."
These are beautiful golden tomatoes and beautiful crimson cherry tomatoes.
I ask you.
What is with this farm? I know when you do the Community Assisted Agriculture thing -- that is not the right term but I cannot think of the right term -- you share the losses as well as the triumphs. They love to lecture you about that. But does the emphasis has to be so much on the losses?
I think they should take a few lessons from Gary.
Whatever he is doing, he is doing right!