Monday August 26th 2012 Tim
It's been a Green Pepper Year. As soon as
they turn red they succumb to what I will call The Tomato Pox. And it's been an
Eggplant Year. And it's been a Tropical Plant year, because a
volunteering Wax Gourd, emerged from one of those spots where weeding is
lax, shot twenty feet southward so he could mount the arch where three
years ago, despite coddling and cooing and the occasional foot stamp, his
ancestors completely failed to respond. And it's been a year to
test a well.
There is also an
understanding in me that some plants are male and some plants are female.
An Eggplant is an uncle. All Beans are aunts. A Wax Gourd I
think of as a chubby little boy with a fondness for bakeries. Potatoes
are girls in my mind. But when it comes to Tomato I have to pause to
think, which is always an error and absolutely certain to put a kink in the
hosepipe, with whom I have what I'll call a very late season relationship
that often includes irritable behavior on both our parts.