It was suggested by a bloggery buddy that I just have a funeral for my poor tomato plant and stop complaining it has only given me 27 tomatoes……….she made a few suggestions for planting..like the soil composition, vitamins, annoying plants crowding out the tomatoes.
Now, at first, I simply snorted and chuckled at her suggestion…….then I started thinking about it. Now, everyone already knows that when I start thinking that is the time to begin worrying.
I started to imagine what exactly a tomato funeral would look like.
Would there be mourners? Who would they be?
Small veg? Sad veg?
Would they be simply stunned into immobility by the graciousness of ME planning a funeral for their buddies?
Would they be horrified that they might be next in line???????
Small furry animals that droop into depression because they won’t get the pleasure of eating my veg?
As I was snorting with laughter George wandered into the room and asked what I was laughing at.
I said “a tomato funeral”.
George replied “I worry about you, Suze!”