MySpace-May 4, 2008-Veggie Tales

I'm pretty excited because when Joe and I move in July, I'll have a 'patio'. Well, its really more like a 2' by 10' square of concrete shared by two air conditioning units and my neighbor. (We'll have a tiny patch of grass too.) But it will still allow me some place to put my flower pots. And I was planning on planting a hibiscus even though I know that when I bring it in for the winter, Roosevelt will believe it to be an all you can eat cat buffet.
Joe and I started talking and thought that maybe we could have a couple of vegetable plants out there too. Some tomatoes, some bell peppers, etc. We started talking about it and thought if we started said plants now, they would be producing vegetables by the time to move them.
So Saturday, Joe and I went to get some Shakesphere's at the west location and stopped at HyVee afterwards to get some flowers for my pots. Well, you all know how Joe is and when he gets an idea, he's all gun-ho about it. So we bought some vegetables and some dirt too. Then went across the street to Wal-Mart for some large pots. It was like having a little kid. Joe wanted to plant everything. He was buying little shovels and tomato cages. Actually, those were my idea...
Back in the car, I said that we should go to his house and put together these vegetable pots so they wouldn't have to be dragged back across town.
Joe gave me a puzzled look and I realize now that this was another instance of us not reading each other's minds correctly.
When the plan was first initiated, it was that Joe was going to take care of said plants because he actually has a corner of a porch on to which three or so pots could be stuffed. Now suddenly, there are four large pot sitting down in the grass next to the ACs at my apartment complex. And guess who gets to cover them with plastic bags when it gets cold like I had to last night. Oh darn, I just gave it away. I do. And who gets to lug a pitcher of water up and down the stairs to water said plants. That's me again. (I had to stop Joe from getting a watering can saying I'd buy him a 97 cent pitcher. Of course, this was before I was responsible for the care and well being of four vegetable plants.)
Providing that no Mexican lawn guy weed eats the pots, no drunk neighbor dumps the plants over (or steals them), that no overzealous deer comes strolling along and noone from DBC gets angry, we'll have vegetables sometime this summer. There's some chocolate bell peppers, beefy boy tomatoes, cherokee queen tomatoes (I think) and zuccinini.
Sigh. I better go and water the garden...

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on May 22, 2011.]