I had arranged to meet Jane in the garden Saturday morning, but as we all know plans go awry. For me, this was in the form of my car not starting. Now, I could have simply walked to the garden, but I started trouble shooting. Nothing worked.
Last weekend, I had discovered an eczematous patch on the passenger side fender that my cousin Vicki’s husband Denny said was the clear coat going. I was figuring on sending it to the shop for a spa treatment.
Instead, I was calling the ambulance, in the form of a tow truck and the emergency room in the form of the car dealer.
Meanwhile Jane labored diligently alone and harvested 8 cucumbers I had missed when I was in the garden earlier in the week. If you recall, I said there weren’t any.
I did get to the garden today and there was nothing to do in the Plot Against Hunger gardens, thanks to Jane. I spent a couple hours cleaning up in my own garden and harvesting a few goodies, then watering all three gardens. With any luck, they’ll get a bit more this evening in the form of a thunderstorm.