He’s a tomato, but not a zucchini….

He’s a tomato, but not a zucchini….

I transplanted the tomatoes into the garden this afternoon … they’re cozy in their wall o’water cones as are the zucchini, some of the cucumbers, and the eggplants. The peppers are on their own, and I hope they’ll be okay — the temperatures have been in the mid-fifties during the day with intermittent rain, and down into the forties at night. The sides of the cucumber peat pots were growing little tiny oyster mushrooms on them. Interesting. But we’ve had lots of lovely soft rain, perfect rain for transplants, and it’s supposed to keep up for about the next ten days, so, although it’s a little early to put things out, I figured I might as well go for it.

And yes, a wee bit of Patrick went in with the tomatoes, but not the zucchini. He hated zucchini and I didn’t have the heart to send him off on his journey through the food chain in a vegetable he hated.

5 thoughts on “He’s a tomato, but not a zucchini….

  1. Excellent thoughts, Charlotte — I shall be sure to leave instructions for my family to recycle part of me as heirloom tomatoes. And roses. And lilacs, and honeysuckle, and wisteria…and anything else that smells good and brings them pleasure. With just a bit reserved to toss into that special place in King’s canyon where the two rivers come together in the fern grove. An afterlife for every persona 🙂

  2. We have used ashes from both grandmothers and our family dog in the rose garden (under their respective rose bushes). A most wonderful momento.

  3. I’m sure Patrick appreciates it – letting him cycle through the plants and veggies he always liked best.

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