The End of Days, Part V: The Hurricane and the Garden

It happened again.

The Parents HOchies went off someplace over the summer and left us in charge of the Garden.  And once again, we managed to kill it.

In our defense, the Garden did not stand much of a chance considering a Hurricane passed through and killed it.  Honestly, nature was working against us this time and it was not that we were working against it.

The Garden was doomed to begin with!

If you might recall, we had been tasked with taking care of the Garden twice in the past - the first was 5 years ago and the second was last year.  Both times I managed to kill the damned thing.  The first time to slugs and the second to The Yellowing.

This time, H1 and I were left alone one weekend.  It was supposed to be a fun time - full of games, movies, bought food and late nights up giggling and talking.  But as if we screwed someone in the past and karma caught up with us, a hurricane decided to pay NY a visit and had The Hochies hunkering down for the worst but hoping for the best.  We came out of it with a flooded basement which was to be expected, and of course, a dead garden.

We picked that tomato

They Should Thank Us

Despite the scary bit of yellow leaves and the panic from last week's debacle involving taking care of the garden, I am pleased to show you the harvest the parents got upon return.

The Head Honcho of the HOchie Tomatoes

If not for H1 and myself, the tomatoes would be ded.  D-E-D! Ded! Yet, I heard nothing but ridicule when they got home...

They're ungrateful!

Oh, and wouldn't you know? It rained for at least 3 days when the parents got back.  But noooo, when H1 and I had to take care of the garden, it was over 100 degrees for 4 days and rained not a drop!

Not to be Trusted

In late September 2006, Momma and Papa HOchie went to visit a recently born A'Face.

I was tasked to pick the rest of the cucumbers from Papa's garden, and to give water if necessary to the plethora of plants.

The garden bore many vegetables that year, and in the week's time I was left in charge, no one enjoyed the sweet harvest it produced.

It was a rainy month, I recall and with darkness approaching faster as the day ended, I picked not a damned thing after I got home on evenings from work.

Then too, there were the slugs.  If there is one thing to be said of me, it's that I made some slugs very, very happy.

Now, this was a story I meant to post almost four years ago but got lost in my backlog of things to do.

I am bringing it up now because the Parent HOchieS have once again gone off somewhere and left me in charge of their garden of tomatoes, beans, peppers and spinach.

The Four Year Massacre has returned.

Well, within a few hours of being in charge, I already managed to turn the once beautiful green Garden into something not so green.

Looking okay so far, yeah?

Yeah, normal.

A nice green tomato.  The abnormality of that is not on me!

But that yellow beneath might be all me.  Heh.

Yep, yep.  Definitely my doing.

Have some bokeh to be easier on the eyes.

Really, I watered and have been watering.  I may have watered them at 11 a.m on Saturday which may explain the horrible yellowness going on but shouldn't talking to them lovingly be enough along with the water?! Psh.

I kinda want to blame the nasty hot weather we have been having and my nemesis the Sun.

Heck, at least there are no slugs this time (so sorry I cannot locate those pictures at the moment).

Ah yes, one more thing.  Do you think I should pick those beans now?  Something in my memory of my bean picking days tells me I should...

Currently listening to: "Blue" by Yoko Kanno featuring Mai Yamane, from The Cowboy Bebop Blue Original Soundtrack.  You know what sucks? The ability this song has to make me cry even though it's been 1999 since this series aired.  At least I can take comfort knowing I traumatized B. too. =)  Just have to work on H1...