We have a few traditions around my house. By “around my house” I actually mean that the people in my immediate family that live in my house repeat certain activities every year. Not that we have traditions laying around the yard. Even up on blocks, having your yard strewn with traditions would bring the neighbors wrath down on you. “Look at that mess,” they’d say. “What’s next? Pink plastic flamingos?” I’d like to have a bunch of pink plastic flamingos in my yard, but *someone,*and I won’t say whom, said I couldn’t have any.
Having traditions is a good thing. It’s what separates up from the animals. It used to be tool use, but then they (scientists) found that chimpanzees use a chewed stick to pull termites out of their (the termites) nests to eat them (again, the termites). And a type of crow in the Pacific Northwest use crescent wrenches to open seashells. So the whole “tool using” thing separating us from animals is right out. So we’re stuck with either traditions or representative government. Me? I’m saying “traditions”. You do what you want.
One of our traditions here at Casa DeDay is our vegetable garden. We have two tomato plants in big pots up by the dog run. Oh, wait… tomatoes are fruits, so it’s (“It’s” is the contraction for “it is” and “its” is possessive, right? Or is it the other way?) our fruit garden. We have two tomato plants growing and that is our big farming tradition, three years running. Since we already had the big pots, the plant food and the tomato cages (you have to cage them up, tomatoes are Vicious Fruits- and I’m not talking the band) from last year, we just had to get some tomato plants. They were 99¢ each at the garden store. So if you round up, we dropped two samoleons into our garden this year. (We were a little late getting things going this year, but that seems to be a tradition too. So you see how far from the animals I’m separated?)
So we plant the plants and water them when we think about it (good thing it was a wet spring) and feed them occasionally and wait for things to grow. This year we have one cherry tomato plant and one yellow tomato plant. Soupo wanted some exotic tomatoes so we got the yellow ones. We really wanted to grow some grape tomatoes, but by the time we got to the garden store, all the grape tomato plants were gone. So we went with the yellow ones.
This weekend one of the cherry tomatoes ripened. Whatever tomato ripens first is the one we paid for. The rest are free. $2.00 for a cherry tomato. I was hoping a yellow tomato would ripen first. It’s at least bigger, so you get more tomato for your $2.00. Maybe even enough for a sammich. With bacon. Mmmmm… a bacon and tomato sammich. BLT’s are better, but we keep forgetting to get lettuce at the store. And when we do remember, it goes bad before the tomatoes are in. One of the yellow ones was doing pretty good. But then a squirrel ate it. Bastard rodent. I think I should get a plastic owl to guard my tomato plants against squirrels, but I haven’t found one yet. And the squirrels are just eating the free tomatoes, so it’s not like their gobbling up $2.00 tomatoes. So there’s that.
The Little Woman brought the tomato in and washed it up and left it on the counter. (She’s not a big tomato fan. She’s not a big fan of anything since she’s only 6" tall! Ha!) Soupo ate it before I knew it was in. He said it was pretty good. “Pretty good” for a $2.00 tomato. Sheesh.
-Rue.


