My tomato haiku…ahem

O tomatoes why

Have you grown out of control?

Must be the bat shit.

It’s a jungle out there. I thought I gave everything plenty of room when I planted, but apparently I (more than apparently, really) planted everything too close together. WAAAAY too close together. Like, get-out-the-machete-and-start-hacking close together. (Anyone else picturing Michael Douglas in Romancing the Stone besides me?)

I was trying to conserve room. I do that all the time. Put too many cookies on the cookie pan, only to have them grow all together when they bake. Carry too many grocery bags so I only have to make one trip, dropping stuff all the way from the car to the house. Put too many clothes in the washer only to have everything come out still looking a bit dirty, or, worse, having the load go off balance resulting in six trillion trips to the basement to fix the load.

I have no idea why I do that. None. Trying to save time? Just plain nutty? Probably a bit of both. Either way, it is obvious I don’t think ahead. Grumble. I hate lessons. Hopefully this one turns into a lesson on top of spaghetti (all covered with cheese) and in salads, not in the compost heap.

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