Not a post about listening to the band, but Green Day music works for me when I’m working in the veggie-patch now and then. I might also have some smooth jazz on the speakers, or maybe some Tool while I rake and hoe. The outdoor sounds of birdsong and a warm breeze through the leaves is best sometimes.
“How’s your garden looking?” That’s a common question lately among both green-thumbers and green-eaters looking to get a hold of some surplus locally-grown fresh produce. My answer this year is a solid “Not too shabby” after a late and soggy start. Starting to see some “fruits of the labor” now, flowering eggplant, beans tomatoes and cucumber, and peppers well on their way to salad-readiness. Already enjoyed more than a few handfuls of cherry tomatoes. If I can keep the bugs and weeds at bay, there should be more than enough goodies to share. Of course you can’t call ’em ’til the Fat Lady sings, and like a baseball game in the ninth-inning, you can be up by four with one out to go and….one Tomato Hornworm wipes out an entire plant overnight. There’s a good name for a much-hated cellar-dwelling AAA ball-club; The Tomato Hornworms! I’ll buy that T-shirt, in John Deere Green, please. But I’ll pass on the $9 beer.