Hello Dear Readers,
First and foremost, if you have never watched Wizard People Dear Readers, which is a dub-over of the first Harry Potter movie, just stop now. You are missing out. Go do that first before you read anything else. Google the track, pop in the DVD, and sync it up with the DVD muted. Or, watch it in pieces on youtube. Really. Go. (Side note: there is some language. The kind that your grandma thinks is unnecessary. You've been warned.)
Great. I'm really glad that we have established a bit more common ground. My Timehop app has lately been referring to many watchings of this cinematic masterpiece, making me remember how much of a nerd I have always been, and helping me to celebrate the full nerd-ie-ness that I have yet to achieve.
This has just been a giant rambling. My Brain spiraled in this direction because I was thinking about a clever title, implying murder, and thought about the game Clue, and thought, "I'd really like to own and play that game." And then I was thinking that that's a pretty uncool thought, hence the giant digression. But... Murder! Here's low-down the most recent tragedy.
Early season pumpkin... stabbed to death by bugs.
We loved this pumpkin for some fleeting months of summer. Bugs can be the worst, you guys! There's also some other critter eating all of the other produce essentially the day before we pick it. No joke, here's what happens:
E: I think I'm going to give that tomato until tomorrow, and then I'll pick it.
K: Okay.
(The next day the tomato is gone. E looks everywhere for it, sometimes even up, which K doesn't fully understand, but there's never any sign of it. Poof! It's probably wizards.)
HOWEVER, I must say, "Thank you" to all of you who encouraged our tomatoes to grow from near and far. Because, look!
They are a-growing!
As someone who relies on fear as a primary driving force, the fact that the tomatoes are doing so well has me a little freaked out. You see, there's this short story called Subsoil by Nicholson Baker (listen to it here!) that the tomato plants are starting to remind me of, especially as they reach towards the door like this...
Eric had to reinforce the cage that they live in. He claims it's for support. I think it's actually to keep us safe.
So, if you don't hear from us for a couple of weeks, let's go ahead and say, Mutant Tomato, in the Garden, with its' spindly vine fingers.
In the meantime, we have many distractions from our impending doom. Like all of these!
Cactus baby is so happy!
Guys... it's twins!
They are so handsome!
Other cactus makes me so happy, so here's new cactus thanks to Kelli, and no thanks to Lana the dog, who learned the hard way that cactus is not for eating. But you can barely see the dog teeth holes anymore... so we will see what happens here!
We lost most of the sunflowers, but not all of them. This guy is hanging on, and looking like he's not even breaking a sweat.
That's all I've got for now. Until next time!
-K