Friday, August 28, 2009


This spring Sam tilled up a little spot of sod in the lawn and hopefully called it my “herb garden.” I filled my “herb garden” with a nice assortment of pricey herbs.

A proud moment for me indeed.

Until the following morning, when nearly every plant had been uprooted, eaten or ravaged beyond recognition. After salvaging what was still alive, Sam put a little wire fence around the traumatized survivors. I added a tomato plant from Blackie Theobald—which I oh so imaginatively named Blackie.

This is my crop.

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