It started out like any other morning in the garden. I was alone enjoying the solitude, when I heard the screech of brakes. Neeners had arrived, but parked in the little access road alongside her house instead of in her driveway. This road is normally used by nursery employees to get into the fields to do their work. A car door slams…”Yoo Hoo!! The Garden Fairy is here!!” Sheesh. “Neeners, why didn’t you park in your driveway?” I asked. “Well, I was going a little fast, and somehow overshot my driveway”. She seemed to be in a pretty good mood, so I let it slide. “We need to pick the peas” she demanded. OK, fine, let’s pick them. As we began our task, you can see that she is still in her happy state. This did not last for long. In case you were wondering, the peas are sandwiched in between the beans, so you kind of have to work to get at them.
Two minutes passed in relative silence. “Something is wrong with these peas”, she growled. “What are you talking about?” I said from the other end of the row. “Mine look just fine”. “No, there is something wrong with them. They are deformed”. “What in the world are you talking about?” I dared ask. “Just look at these in my hands. This is how they should look. Yours do not look like mine. Yours are deformed”.
Attempting to defend myself, I ventured, “Mine are not deformed. The only difference is that you can see the peas inside of mine, which, by the way, is because you would not let me pick them earlier due to the fact that they were not ‘full enough’. Well, now they are full enough and they are just fine!!” “No they are not” she hissed. “And do you know WHY they are deformed?” I sighed. “No I do not know why”. I have learned that at times like this, you just have to humor her. “They are deformed because your brother Gary did not string them up like I told him to.” she shot back. “And see what happens when he does not obey his mother”. The happy ending to this story is that I got all of the ‘deformed’ peas. They were delicious.
After that little episode, I started watering the garden. This is my job, or Dick’s, five days a week with Neeners taking the weekend shift. On this particular day, Neeners decided to ‘help’. “ROBERTA ANN!! DO NOT YANK THAT HOSE!! If you yank on it, it will kink up. Were you born yesterday? Look alive!!” If you are a regular reader of this blog, you might have figured out that it was past time for Neeners’ lunch – and we know what that means. She gets fussy.
OK fine. I will not yank the hose. Things settled down – relatively – after that, and just look at what we discovered once a truce had been reached. Yay! Yellow zucchini are ready!
And some green guys as well..
As I got into my car to leave for the day, just had to stop to admire Neeners’ beautiful hibiscus tree. Over 10 feet tall and covered with these beautiful blooms:
Until next time, happy gardening! xoxox