Micron Solo, Jabba and Princess Euka.
I can’t find my tomato stakes, my lamentation for this sunny May afternoon.
Then what’s that you’re using? asks My Favorite Kid.
Bamboo kebab skewer thingies I found in the kitchen junk drawer, I say. That’ll do for now. Maybe.
I’ve got some rebar rods in the garage if you want them, says The Husband.
Which I will be sure to keep in mind when I plant Godzilla tomatoes, I say. I only bought cherry tomato plants for the patio garden this time. Tokyo is safe for now. So thanks anyway, but I think I’ll hang tight and see if I can’t find something more appropriate than cooking utensils and bridge making equipment.
I turn my attention to the herb container.
|Lessee, gotcha some dill, sage,
thyme and copious amounts of
dog hair. Don’t dare ask me
what my secret ingredient is.
I’ll never tell.
By the way, I planted some jalapenos for you, too. I say to the kid. I was gonna add cilantro to the patio garden, but it insists on acting like a weed. Last time it took over everything.
What herbs are you planting then? he asks.
The basics. Some rosemary, parsley, sweet basil, I say. And sage.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme? he asks. Sounds familiar.
And it does, right? Makes one think of Simon and Garfunkel.
Which then reminds me of Paul Simon and Carrie Fisher.
Carrie Fisher? Best known, perhaps, of her Princess Leia role in Star Wars and how she totally rocked that breakfast bun hairdo.
And holy cow, did you know? Today is May 4th.
The fourth of May, y’all.
As in … May the Fourth be with You.
And the universe just became smaller. Everything is connected, don’t you see?
My patio herb garden has a one degree separation from Harrison Ford.
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