You say tomato...

... I say bummer!

It is time for an update on my half-assed garden.

I am pretty much flying by the seat of my pants these days so I have not had much time to work on it. It is funny, you know, just now I looked at this CD sitting on my desk, a CD of songs by Johannes Brahms. And I was remembering how that had been a plan I had had for the summer, how in addition to finishing up my book and checking everything over, I was going to listen to all the works of Johannes Brahms.

Ha ha ... HA, as Laurel and Hardy used to put it.

Or in the words of my friend Gary: Well, THAT's not going to happen.

I do get to Leonard Pennario every day but Brahms, I am afraid that was a dream. Summer was a dream. This dream of a relaxed summer, la la la la la la la...

 

I do not know where I got that.

But back to my garden. It is perhaps no surprise that my tomato plants, though overflowing their cages, have produced a grand total so far of three small, weak, green tomatoes.

The arugula is doing better. Howard had the idea a couple of weeks ago of putting a sprinkler out there and watering everything so I have him to thank for the tomatoes and the arugula which is growing nicely now. The spinach too, and the chard. All the seeds did not come up as I hoped but the plants that did come up are doing well.

Perhaps the tomatoes might step up production. Or perhaps they have internalized that they are living in a welfare state and they cannot keep what they produce anyway, so what the heck.

Socialist tomatoes! That is what I have. As a matter of fact remember my Old German heirloom tomato? It is Karl Marx!

Every time I go out the door I kind of roll my eyes in the garden's general direction.

But let me look on the bright side. The sunny side.

There is still time for it to surprise me!