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Thursday, June 2, 2005
Don't Water The Dirt
The other day when Benny was here, he helped me water all my plants. Many, many plants. I assumed that he was watering plants until I saw that he just tossed water in the general direction of plants and most frequently missed. I said, "Benny! Don't water the dirt," which struck him as very funny. He did a little child's belly laugh, a wonderful sound. Then he proceded to deliberately do what I just told him NOT to do, all the while telling himself in a small imitation-Ahno voice, "Benny! Don't water the dirt," chuckle, chuckle, giggle, giggle, teeheeheeeee.
The water job gave me an opportunity to see that shortly I will be inundated with summer squash. My squash plants are the bush type and not very big, but each of them already has a handful of little squash growing out around the stem.
Also the lettuce is now ready to eat...such pretty plants...a lovely pale green, ruffly and frilly.
And, finally of the many green tomatoes, one is now red. Actually a red tomato, homegrown here in Norfolk, ripe before the first day of June. So my little farm in the city begins to produce.
In my daily walk with Pork Chop, I notice that I have kindred spirits. There are nice, highly individual flower beds at each end of each block and a number of them contain big, healthy tomato plants.
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