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The other day I planted some cucumber seeds in a big plastic bucket and set it out on the front porch of one side of the apartment building. This year morning glories won’t be the only plants creeping upwards through the wrought iron pillars holding up the roof over the porch.
My one tomato plant is doing quite nicely and is around ten inches tall. I’m starting to regret getting only one. Last year I had two cherry tomato plants. This year’s plant is a Roma. I love plucking a cherry tomato, tossing it into the air, and catching it in my mouth. I love the little tomato explosion in my mouth. (And with the immediacy of harvesting there is also an explosion of chi in the mouth.) It’s tough when there is only the one ripe cherry tomato because you immediately want another tomato explosion experience. A Roma tomato, however, can be a part of a salad. Dang, I should have gotten one of each.
Sometimes when I walk about town I inadvertently mentally redesign the landscapes around buildings; both commercial and residential. I don’t do it nearly as often as I used to. I’ve gotten better. But I still occasionally slip into that noggin habit. I think it might have something to do with having once worked in exterior design for rich people. It was the best paying job I’ve ever had. I would…
