“The RoseBouquet”

We’re having a lovely, softly falling rain this morning. If I stand still in the garden I can almost watch the rows of little green plants growing bigger above the dark black soil!

Dad’s friend Jona, on the other hand, who lives on the acreage where we used to live years ago on the other side of the tracks, has a garden that is on a lower level. On Monday he said he’d finally gone through it with a rotortiller, but it had still been very mucky and wet. Jona cringes at any news of rain, so he will not be very happy today. In fact, he gave up the idea of having a garden, so he offered the plot to a Ukrainian couple who have often been generous to him. They were thinking about it.

I told Jona that his garden would be perfect for growing watermelon this year. Especially if it gets to be a very hot summer yet, as they like a wet soil, but lots of heat. It happens that I have a couple of cups worth of my Uncle Johnny’s watermelon seeds. He used to grow them to market from his VW van. It would make extra work for me to go check and weed them, but if the other couple declines his offer, I might just end up growing a patch of watermelons there. Jona says he’ll let me know.

The worst that can happen, I suppose, is that in the fall I’ll have to start marketing those Sugar Babies. Hmmm!