I forgot to ask a dog owner the questions for “Friday Puppy”, so I don’t have that segment for you today.
But I do have a quick little story.
In the garden, my friends Sara and Duncan (who live downstairs), planted 2 or 3 tomato plants in some very large planters.
This year, I noticed some tomato plants popping up in the rose garden, some along the back rock wall, and I think I saw one growing in the bottom of the fish pond.
Because I am so nutso crazy, the fact that tomatoes were growing anywhereÂ besidesÂ the tomato planter was giving me sleepless nights.
I thought to myself, “now why would Duncan plant a tomato plant under the white birch tree? Â Doesn’t he know the viney plant clashes with the beautiful light bark?”
It came up one night after I smoked some of my friend Angela’s farm grown weed, I said, “duuuuuude, why did you plant all those tomatoes all over the place?”
He said, “I didn’t. Â Guess what that’s from?”
So naturally, I was like, “what.”
And he said, “Frank has been eating all the tomatoes off the vine, and then pooping all over the garden, and the seeds in his poop are growing into tomato vines.”
I was like, “that’s amazing.”