No Rest For the Thinker

Naturally, a lot has been going through my head as of late. But last night I had such a restless night.

The Artful Blogger has implanted (get it, imPLANTED) this idea into my head about gardening and having your own tasty vegetables fresh from your own tilled and tended soil.

I kept having lengthy and strange dreams about tomato plants. I was running around holding a tomato plant that I had ripped off from this immaculate farm I was walking by. I had stolen it quickly so it looked pretty darn shabby as I frantically scrambled for a place to stick it in the ground in my own garden area.

Thing is, my yard apparently met up with the State maintenance area and I was trying to find a good spot along the edge of my yard to plant the forlorn tomato plant because of the automatic sprinkler system that the State had put in to maintain the luster of their land.

Thinking to myself, "I don't know how to garden! I'll surely kill off this plant I stole and wahhhhhhhhhh then I'll NEVER get any fresh tomatoes!"

I finally found this spot on the corner of the lot where a State water sprinkler would sufficiently water the ground in my yard...so the thought of a gasping tomato plant was now put to rest.

I didn't have a shovel though. So suddenly I had a metal spatula in my hand and I was trying to spatula a hole of dirt out so I could plant this scraggly tomato plant which by now was probably very much in shock.

As I bent down to dig the hole, there appeared a State worker who had lifted off this lid over the ground...some hole that went down to the watering system mechanisms. It looked damp and cool in there, yet I didn't see any water system controls...just dirt. And I thought, "Oh I could just plant this tomato plant in there once this guy leaves! The hole is already there!"

So I asked the man if I was in his way and he assured me I wasn't...not that he knew I wanted to toss my plant into his service compartment.

As I waited there, under the sun and the sprinklers lightly getting my shoes wet...grasping this depressed little stolen tomato plant thinking that the man was taking.a.lifetime.at.the.controls.... I woke up.