Here’s a little garden humour as you ease in to your weekend: My sister sent me this story a few years ago. It always makes me smile. I don’t know the origins, so I’ll extend thanks to the universe and the anonymous writer of this tongue in cheek tale. Enjoy!
An older gentleman living alone in New Jersey looked forward to planting his annual tomato garden, but it was strenuous work. The ground was simply too hard. His only son Vincent would usually help him but Vincent was in prison. The man wrote a letter to his son describing his predicament.
It looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig it for me, like in the old days. I’m feeling a little sad. I hope you are well.
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Don’t dig up that garden. That’s where the bodies are buried.
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the man and left. That same day the man received another letter from his son.
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you, Vinnie
I hope you’re smiling, too.