Some of my coping skills can become stressers. I like to garden. Right now my garden needs to be managed. After the last rain storm the supports on the crookneck and paddy-pan squash were blown over. A spaghetti plate of vines; too tangled and to fragile to separate, remains. This is nolonger relaxing!
Somehow I managed to buy the tomatoe plants from hell again this year. Giant plum tomatoes that are un-stakeable. They are like veggie ground cover.Sprawling everywhere, they compete with watermelon for space. Last year the watermelon lost. I had sworn to never buy them again. I either had a mind blurt when making up my tray at the Italian store or they jumped into my tray, knowing that they weren’t welcome; or an alien plot by the Plumet tomatoe race to conquer the earth—–not sure what happened there. Such is the bounty of life. Another lesson in powerlessness…
