Our garden is mostly shady, so we only have one super-sunny patch for vegetables. But this year we’ve packed in green peppers, zucchini, basil, rosemary, hyssop, lemon thyme, and two kinds of tomatoes. One of which is an heirloom, “Green Zebra,” carefully picked out by Sweetpea.
I thought I’d explained the concept of a garden pretty well, especially after she took to telling guests that “This is a garden. It is GROWING.” But recently it became clear that we weren’t quite on the same page.
“Do you remember what these will give us?” I asked, pointing to the plants in question.
Sweetpea smiles but says nothing.
“Tomatoes,” I say.
“No.” Beaming, Sweetpea points to the heirloom variety. “Not tomatoes. Zeeeee-bras!”