Thursday, July 12, 2012
As I was unloading the car this afternoon, a woman walking by stopped and addressed me. "Where are your tomatoes this year? I miss them." "Uh, well, you see, we’re traveling a lot this summer, so, for the first time ever, I didn’t plant any." "You have such a perfect spot for them. What amazing sun they got! I could always stand below your deck for a minute and catch one – the little sungolds liked to plunk down."
So there it was, out in the open. I decided not to plant any tomatoes, quietly, skulkily, a couple of months ago. I was just too busy. And since we’ll be traveling more this summer than usual, I didn’t want to have to worry about someone tending them while we’re away. But I’ve felt bad about it.
A couple of nights ago I went out to the garden to pick some mint, and noticed the blueberry bush I planted a few years ago, that I’d forgotten about, is covered with ripe berries. And so is a raspberry bush I planted a couple of years ago. No effort or intervention on my part. And there are a number of other flowers and herbs in the yard that are riding on the laurels of effort from other years.
So I told this neighbor about my discovery, and invited her to help herself to some mint, as there are no tomatoes to rain down on her. She advised me to pick the berries before the birds get them.