The Garden State of Mind
Perhaps the thought came to me because the arrival of the Labor Day weekend officially marks the end of summer and the ushering in of cooler weather. Maybe the thought came to me because I am psychic. Maybe the thought came to me because deadpan irony follows me. Maybe what I was thinking was led by a subconscious linkage to the matrix. Maybe nothing has to do with the other.
What I do know is that I found myself walking and not driving my vehicle to my next work appointment. After slinging my briefcase in between two buildings, I entered an alley way. For whatever reason, I began to think of my limp lackluster crop-less tomato garden back at the homestead. My tomato plants hunkered in fresh tilled black soil, regularly watered and sprayed with Miracle Grow have failed to thrive all summer. As I longed for my own ripe tomatoes to make fresh salsa, spaghetti gravy and lush salads, I spotted something familiar ahead of me. Growing in between harsh curb and hot blacktop and somehow missing lawnmower haircuts lived a healthy tomato plant stalked with two little promises. I'm just a paint brush and craft paint shy of a green thumb.
Labels: current events, psychic phenomena
posted by Joe Tornatore | 9:38 PM
6 Comments:
Nothing, but lack of good old sunshine, is what ailed your tomato plants, coupled with Noah's torrential rain drops!
another nj resident,
the blight just don't feel right.
you just treated them too good!maybe ya should have given them some blacktop!
mommanator,
I'm gonna just eat the ones pictured even if they taste like tar. I saw that the Wall Street Journal ran a story today about tomatoe blight regionally. Guess I had the story covered.
Go figure. We’re all just a bunch of plant placers, there’s a higher authority that decides what will grow in her ground. RFV
anonymous,
It's like 17 sided dice. You just odn't know what the next roll is.
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