Spontaneous Tomato
When we lived in Northern California and I grew a wonderful vegetable garden. I loved it – things just grew when you put them in the ground. My tomatoes were huge and happy. Here is what the garden looked like two years ago:
The growing season in Arizona is quite different. We have two short growing seasons on either side of summer, so we can’t grow things that take a long time to ‘hatch’. So imagine my surprise today when I saw this growing in our yard with no prompting from me:
No, it is not marijuana. It is one small tomato. Who knows what kind, but it’s there. I soaked it with the hose and when it gets hotter I will put up a shade. I am amazed. I know not what to say.
I’ve reached another standstill with Mariposa. I am supposed to pick up and knit along the front edge to create the wrap part of the shawl. I am horrible at picking up and knitting – the numbers never work out for me. I have tried 6 times to no avail. I picked up another lace project while I thought about it, because just staring into space wasn’t working. I had a small knitting epiphany. I am going to knit the front separate and sew it on when I’m done. I am monumentally more skilled at seaming, so this is the only solution. Wish me luck.
Thanks to Parley and Jeff for sharing their thoughts about being picked on as a kid. I know I cannot shield Jack from every evil in the universe, but it’s interesting to hear some ideas about how kids develop. It seems that even the best intentions can mess with a kid’s head.
Tomorrow is knitting at Postino’s at 2. This is a lovely little wine bar in Arcadia and they have $5 glasses of wine before 3. Plus the bruchetta is amazing. I may go early to eat if anyone is interested.
The growing season in Arizona is quite different. We have two short growing seasons on either side of summer, so we can’t grow things that take a long time to ‘hatch’. So imagine my surprise today when I saw this growing in our yard with no prompting from me:
No, it is not marijuana. It is one small tomato. Who knows what kind, but it’s there. I soaked it with the hose and when it gets hotter I will put up a shade. I am amazed. I know not what to say.
I’ve reached another standstill with Mariposa. I am supposed to pick up and knit along the front edge to create the wrap part of the shawl. I am horrible at picking up and knitting – the numbers never work out for me. I have tried 6 times to no avail. I picked up another lace project while I thought about it, because just staring into space wasn’t working. I had a small knitting epiphany. I am going to knit the front separate and sew it on when I’m done. I am monumentally more skilled at seaming, so this is the only solution. Wish me luck.
Thanks to Parley and Jeff for sharing their thoughts about being picked on as a kid. I know I cannot shield Jack from every evil in the universe, but it’s interesting to hear some ideas about how kids develop. It seems that even the best intentions can mess with a kid’s head.
Tomorrow is knitting at Postino’s at 2. This is a lovely little wine bar in Arcadia and they have $5 glasses of wine before 3. Plus the bruchetta is amazing. I may go early to eat if anyone is interested.
posted by Jack and Nicholas at 7:51 PM
5 Comments:
I am always a little "wierded out" by the lack of green in some of the pictures. I realize it is desert - do most homes have no yards?
I'll take some green pictures for you - we do have yards. Tons of money is spent on keeping grass alive in a climate that was not intended for grass!
Still, it's not green like Florida or California. It is very dry here and stuff just doesn't grow well.
Good luck with the tomato plant, hope it keeps on growing for you. I lived in AZ for about 4 years while I was in school and had trouble even keeping a potted plant alive! =)
Aww, you have a volunteer.
My father is fascinated with volunteer tomates. I'm not really sure why because he plants a billion each year and then has to fight off the rabbits and birds. And cows (they lived next to a cow pasture, the cows leaned over the fence for a snack. In dad's defense, the pasture was empty when he planted them.) Of course there's going to be rouge seeds around with all that animal eating and pooping...
Incidentally, I have decided to call my first novel "Spontaneous Tomato".
P.S.- My roommate has been out of town seven days, and 90% of the flowers left in my care are now deceased.
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