TGIF, everyone! I haven’t appreciated weekends so much since I was a kid. Back then, weekends signaled time off from school and chores, a time to find amusement in riding bikes, climbing trees and swinging on swings. Ahhh. Fond memories. Now weekends are a respite from the rays of ray-diation.
As an adult, weekends became my days to revel in the dirt, putting aside the crass pursuits of the work-a-day survival game. I have always derived great pleasure in digging in the soil, growing food and flowers. Now that I’m in Phx full time for the short term, gardening has become a challenge left mostly to the hard working, Spanish speaking landscapers who demonstrate an amazing capacity to dig holes in concrete dirt in triple digit weather.
In an effort to amuse me and grow some “healthy” food for my pleasure, a few weeks ago H planted two large tomato plants in three foot high planters in the back yard. Safe from any predators, or so we thought. As the dozen or so green tomatoes began to grow and ripen in the unrelenting desert sun, they started to disappear. We could not imagine how…until we caught him in the act! Herbie, our beloved rescue lab who had survived in a domesticated pack of dogs on the streets of Phx before we found him, was munching on our organic tomatoes with relish, his own that is. Once a dumpster diver…
May. 10, 2013
Judy Richter 