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“Can you eat it?” asked the Husband. “No, you can’t eat it! It’s just for looking at,” I said. “It” was labeled a “hybrid lily”, a handsome plant with three very large vivid orange blossoms which I couldn’t resist when I saw it at the supermarket. I don’t quite understand the Husband’s being puzzled because most of the specimens in his collection are purely decorative, most not even producing flowers. Perhaps he didn’t expect flowers and vegetables to be in the same garden plot. Well, if he’s expecting to eat peas for dinner from the sweetpeas, he’s in for a disappointment.
Those little things almost perished yesterday in yet another doghouse shift. I wish he’d leave those damned doghouses alone. This time Sparky’s vacant manse was returned to its original spot. I offered several times to help the Husband move it to the back where Sparky is evidently in permanent exile. No joy. So he plunked it back down by Blackie’s house, right on top of the second batch of sweetpeas which had just appeared the day before. At least the first ones survived.
It’s sticky seed pod time and since one of the seeds was stuck to the bottom of my slipper when I got home, I planted it. Came up very quickly, too, and was about three inches tall when it, too, became a casualty of the latest doghouse move. Oh well, there are plenty of substitutes available on almost every sidewalk in town.
I neglected to mention in the last Tale that my breakfast at Kenny’s also included two bottles of Budweiser. But then I guess you took that for granted.
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