Saturday, October 22, 2016
My dog planted a tomato for me
So I'm sure we've all heard the expression "My dog ate my homework" but in her zeal to dig up a gopher, my dog buried a limb of a tomato plant at a time when the heat was killing everything. Now that the season change is bringing cooler weather and my Son is leaving a leaking hose in the garden, things are greening up again. Including the branch the dog buried which is now it's own bush.
The water was drying up before it could get to the roots. Between the heat and the June bugs the tomatoes were a loss (as with most of the garden). Again, the tomatoes are blooming and making a second round of fruit.
On another note, I received a package from the California DMV last week -
Snoopy plates! These were made in support for the Charles M. Schulz Museum and I've had to wait for more than a year to finally get it. It's not a prep and it does nothing for my garden but sometimes the rules of Zombieland really apply.
Sometimes, it's the little things that make life so much more bearable.