I was making my way through the garden, filling baskets as quickly as I could before we hit the road for the cabin. It would likely be our last weekend up north before Matt heads out west, and the quicker we could get there, the better. But I also wanted to share some of the garden with up-north friends and was craving marinated cherry tomatoes.
What used to be obvious pathways in the garden are now mostly overgrown by massive leaves and weaving winding vines. It always seems like there’s plenty of room at the beginning of the season, but now, I’m once again wondering what the hell I was thinking.
We had another crazy storm that knocked over the corn. It continued to grow, but diagonally, and right into the cherry tomatoes. The ‘Winter Luxury’ pie pumpkins took over the entire cucurbit trellis, into and up over the corn, also invading the tomatoes.
Getting into this pathway is like completing an obstacle course, and I am no American Ninja Warrior. My only motivation to get through is marinated cherry tomatoes. I maneuver my way through the corn stalks and pumpkin vines, trying my best not to crush anything. I even end up on the ground crawling underneath the plants at one point. Some dreadful cucumber beetles swarm my face and I don’t hesitate crushing the few I can catch. Sorry bug lovers, but I hate those cucumber beetles. They and their bacterial wilt are not welcome here. No thank you, cucumber beetles, no thank you. I wondered if I would ever get there, and then, bam!
Tomatoes surround me. Is this . . . Heaven?
I’m fairly certain I slipped in the obstacle course and fell to my death. Oh well, at least I ended up in the good place. Until now, I was very uncertain. I notice pumpkins are also overtaking the tomatoes in Heaven, and I start to wonder who the hay (I didn’t think it was appropriate to use words like H-E-L-L in Heaven) is taking care of this place? They should have more respect for Heaven. And golly, why hasn’t anyone pulled these weeds? Why are you judging Heaven? You just got here. They are going to kick you out! Oh yeah, sh*t. I mean, shoot. No, NOT shoot. I don’t want anyone to be shot. Is there a book of rules for this place? If someone let me here on accident, can I still stay?
“Marge, are you ready yet?”
Ready for what? God sounds a lot like Matt. He kind of looks like Matt, too. Huh, I wasn’t expecting that.
“We need to hit the road if we are going to get to Minocqua at a decent time.”
I almost just died. OK, fine, just let me pick these tomatoes real quick. I have a hankering for marinated cherry tomatoes.