Saturday, September 4, 2010


My garden is overflowing with tomatoes. Every day I bring in a load of beautiful and delicious (if I do say so myself) tomatoes to eat, and give away. I'm freezing my Romas for sauce making later.

I only have three, that's 3, squash on the vine! I must be the only person in the history of agriculture who hasn't feed an entire neighborhood on one plant. 

Oh, well. 
You live. You learn. 
(I hope)

In the spirit of my garden, I thought I'd share this with you:

The Old Man and the Garden

An old Italian man lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden; but it was very difficult work as the ground was hard.

His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent,

I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.

                                               Love, Papa

A few days later he received this letter from his son:

Dear Pop,

Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.

                                               Love, Vinnie

At 6 am the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Pop,

Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.

                                               Love, Vinnie

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