Sunflowers, Suds and Saturday Morning

| 7/19/2011 3:00:56 PM

KCSaturday morning didn't start out to be my very best day ever. As I sat in the living room sipping my morning coffee, my dog CP started barking at the dishwasher. This isn't a particularly new gambit for him and it's something I'm trying to train him out of. Since he's seven and came to me as an adult, I think that die might already be cast. Still, I try. I stalked into the kitchen to straighten his hash and suddenly saw he had a very good reason for all that dog barking.

Somebody apparently made the bonehead mistake of putting regular dishwashing liquid in the automatic dishwasher. Since I'm the only human living in this house, apparently that someone was me. So this time I thanked little CP for being so alert and grabbed some towels. It's simply amazing how much suds a capful of dishwashing liquid—even allegedly a low-sudsing, environmentally friendly dish wash detergent—can make in such a short time.


Since I already had sudsy water all over the kitchen floor, I decided to go ahead and mop the floor. I have to tell you, mopping the kitchen floor before I've had the second cup of coffee has never been on my list of highly anticipated activities.

After I finished the floor, I poured that second cup of coffee and meandered out to my alleged garden. As Constant Reader might remember, I've planted the barest of necessities this year—sunflowers and tomatoes—plus a bunch of random seeds that got all swirled together when the rain soaked my flower beds this spring and drowned the seed packs while stirring the seeds into a completely unidentifiable melange.

It's green. There are flowers, but there are also plants I simply cannot I.D. I've decided to let them grow until they either flower or identify themselves unmistakably as weeds (as more of them are doing every day). All I really care about is getting some pretty flower arrangements out of the deal and enough tomatoes that I can eat enough bacon and tomato sanwiches to feel that summer has actually occurred at my house. Last week this anticipated idyll was shattered when I discovered my tomato plants half-eaten by tomato horn worms. I picked off SEVEN of those nasty monsters that were the size of garter snakes and drowned them in a bucket.