THE GOAL!
Well, after about 3 minutes of sun, wind and rain are tearing up our plans to get those Roma tomatoes started in their little boxes so that we’ll have summer fare around here. Note the use of ‘we’, because this is how planting goes:
Mama opens the big bag of organic earth for planting seeds and lines up her little pressed dirt boxes, or whatever they are made of, and then she puts dirt in each one to make it ready for the seeds and then I walk along the little wall where everything is set up and twitch my tail in joy and excitement about finally getting the garden started and at least three or four of the little boxes fall over and all the earth spills out and mama says, “LOULOU, go play in the fava beans—get out of here for at least ten minutes so that I can plant!”
And so I know I should get lost, even though I am sure that those seeds will come up a bit faster if I slither around them giving them my kitty blessing and what mama doesn’t know (or maybe she does…hmmm) is that when she opened the soil bag and put it in the big bucket to use, I just jumped in there and rolled around in that nice soft earth all warmed by the sun (that is, when the sun was out, which seems to be around ’06 but was yesterday for half an hour) and my kitty vibes rubbed off on that soil and it was ENGERGIZED and will grow strong, beautiful plants that produce hundreds of Romas and Big Boys and whatever else mama plants.
AND…mama has put her seeds in little glass dishes to soak overnight, all labeled with what they are, and when everyone is asleep, I’m going to take a little sip out of each glass and impart my magic and spiritual vibes to all of those little seeds and they are going to SPROUT in less than a week. You just watch.
I just hope I don’t get any seeds on my tongue and then have tomato vines coming out my ears the way mama’s grandfather said they would when she was little…
But if there are tomatoes on them, well, it won’t be so bad, haha.
That potting soil doesn’t taste all that great, but I did my duty.
