Like a Lazy Tomato…

Yesterday morning…I went outside…to find all three of my tomatoes…lying on the ground…more or less…they’re in big pots…so…essentially…they were hanging over the edges…giving the appearance of having gone to sleep for the night…but…not getting up with the sun…

Now…I knew that they would need to be staked at some point…but…they were really little when I left for the beach…only to have a growth spurt…whilst I was away…

They were emergently staked…one with a flamingo leg…well…a girl has to do what a girl has to do…permanent stakes were purchased…to be fully installed today…including a twining cord for extra support…

And…I thought…that was that…

Bertha…came strolling by…thankfully not noticing that I had defiled a flamingo…remarking that it reminded her of my life…

What…how can lazy tomatoes remind her of my life…well…the obvious comes to mind…but…thankfully…that wasn’t her intention…

No…not at all…

She quickly explained…that just like the tomatoes…I need added support during times of rapid growth…even though…growth is positive…it is still change…and it’s not the time to let my sustaining practices slide…just because I’m feeling good…

Hmmm…she’s right of course…I have had the tendency to do just that…so…this morning…I wonder…should I go…back to the store…and get some stakes for my life…or…well…maybe I could use the other flamingo leg…or…maybe some time in the contemplation chair to sort all that out…

Jane

Reluctant Gardener…

Yesterday morning…someone asked me…what I was going to do this summer…and I replied…

Whatever I want to…

Now…I wasn’t being flip…that’s what I plan to do…

I went on to recount the few things I actually have planned…and…some of the things that I think I want to do…write…bike…gym…read…beach…rest…

At the time…I thought the list sounded a little selfish…even as I went home and took a nap

Later…Mama called…my nephew was coming to lay out the garden rows…and she was going to plant…tomatoes…

Now…I have to confess…I detest gardening…not sure exactly why…I enjoy puttering in my pots at home…I can even enjoy raised bed gardening…but…there’s nothing about actual gardening…in a big plowed field…that I like…other than eating the finished product…maybe it’s because I did a lot of it growing up…not sure…just leave it to say…if it was up to me…no…regular…garden would be planted

So…my reply might seem odd…

I’ll be happy to help…what time to I need to be there

At the time…I thought I was crazy…I had just said…mere hours ago…that…I was going to do…whatever I wanted to…all summer long…and…then…I almost immediately volunteered to do something that I don’t enjoy at all…

Bertha…on the other hand…said…that there was no discrepancy…at all…that…I didn’t say I was going to do things that I enjoyed all summer…I said I was going to do what I wanted to…and those are necessarily the same thing…

She reminded me…there are things…that I want to do…that I don’t enjoy…all that much…but…I want to help others…I want a clean house…clean clothes…and…her list could have gone on and on…

Hmmm…she’s right…although I don’t enjoy gardening…I did want to help Mama…

Maybe…I’m not crazy…after all…

Jane

PS…my sister also came for the planting…and…we actually had fun…but…please don’t tell…Bertha…she’ll have me planting squash or something…oh…wait…we did that too…