Our purple tomatoes to be are finally showing a bit of color. They've been green enough for frying for what seems weeks now, and it's difficult not to be impatient.As a temporary fix we bought some of the heirloom Cherokee variety at a farmer's market on Saturday from a guy and girl who looked pretty counter culture. Pleasure doing business local. It's a Green thing.
That prompted me to wonder if my square box garden and my back-to-the-land effort make me seem more hippie-esque or just more like my dad.
He didn't know about things like "local" and "Green" with a capital G. He just liked tomatoes, and he liked making me work in his garden.
I hated it. It was one more source he had for giving me things to do.
Now it feels a little more back to the land, which I guess is why any pseudo-suit with a bohemian streak tills the land, or the compost in his square box at least.
Maybe the Old Man was on to something. He just had a Dick Cheney way of expressing it.
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You know you could use Dick Cheney in so many ways. You could use him in the title of a sixties' tune: "A Dick Cheney Kind of Love" by the Romantics. He could be a medical procedure: "I'm going to have to go in there and Cheney off the valve."
So.....okay.
Very true, Stewart. I love the Jon Stewart impression: "Ack, Ack, Ack."
Ya freakin' peace-lovin' hippy!
-Dick
See my 8 Me-Me questions. If I'd been born when my parents first got married, I probably would have been a hippie in the '60s instead of an elementary school student.
Of course I'd also be closer to Social Security too.
My dad always grew at least two gardens and I hated all the hoing and weeding and picking, although I enjoyed the eating. Three of my brothers are big gardeners today but I didn't get the gene passed on to me. I still don't garden and have publically stated that I never will. However, I just brought home fresh corn and cucumbers from home and they sure did taste good. Maybe....there's that back corner of my lot... NO!!!!
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