We all knew this would happen, didn’t we? She had to beat me – just had to. And here you have it in all it’s Early Girl glory: The first ripe tomato of the season. But wait – there is, as always, a story behind it all. It all started last week. I was watering, and noticed that many of my tomatoes had wandered over the sides of the raised bed framework. This spelled trouble, since Neeners does not allow disobedient plants to go beyond established perimeters. And then…she appeared as if by magic, brandishing her clippers. She was also sporting a new look: Bright green garden glove on just one hand – either the Michael Jackson or Kermit the Frog of the plant kingdom. “Your tomatoes are too big, and have gone over the sides” she proclaimed, raising her green gloved fist in the air. “They will have to be chopped off!!”
“Now wait just a minute”, I said. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to be hacking away at these things? I mean, especially since the ones you have in your sights are my tomatoes, and not yours”. “Of course not”, she huffed. “You need to trust me. I have experience in these matters”.
And then, feeling quite proud of herself, wanted to pose in front of her three bushes. I ignored her the best I could, and left for the weekend. Two days later, I came back for my watering shift. Stopping first in her patio, I spied a piece of paper. What’s this? A note. Oh, it must be Neeners letting me know how much she missed me the last couple of days. No….