I really like melons!  The right ones even smell sweet.  They can make my mouth water and wanna just bite em.  They are all different and the same at once. But is their uniqueness that make them interesting.  There is some underlying genetic and nutritional stuff that determines the broader outlines of them.  That is the same part. Assuming that those things are covered care can make a difference. The different, unique, interesting elements emerge out of how their are treated, their exposure to the sun, and how gently or roughly they are handled.  If they are healthy and generally well treated a little rough handling will not damage them.  In fact it might actually invigorate them.  With this in mind I set about to let the girls know they were wanted and thought about and attended to.  I found that many of them were laying in the dark damp straw, wrinkled and in danger of growing prematurely soft.  So I provided support, raising them proudly toward the sun, and resting them on firm supports.

She required even more attention and special accommodations.  Some melons are encountered in unusual circumstances and if one truly cares about the melons in their life they will be creative and do what is necessary to attend to them.

Hanging there suspended with no support She was in distress.  So I fashioned a place for her to rest.  I measured Her with my palm then using cloth and a little wire, customized an accoutrement for her comfort.  I am of the mind that if a boy don’t take care of his melons he should not complain if they are not available when it comes time to harvest.  Just cause one is hungry don’t guarantee the melons will be around.

The Purple Russian Heirlooms are starting to show little ones.  There should be a bountiful harvest before Fall.  The tomatoes and peppers and basil are bountiful.  So much so that after providing the Bistro with fresh vegetables I brought some home to make something to bribe the band.  We have a show booked for the 19th so I am motivated to get everybody together.  As with melons musicians require some care.

This along with some white onion, fresh basil, fresh garlic, a handful or two of some speciality spaghetti seasoning, ( know it’s not cool but it tastes good) and some hot Italian sausage will become the bribe that will fetch the band.

I will let it simmer another hour or so but the grape tomatoes are so sweet I don’t want to loose the sweet freshness by overdoing it.  I have good crusty Italian bread and will go get a couple or three bottles of good Italian wine.  So just know that tomorrow around 12:00 central.  We will be taking a break, opening the wine and digging in.

I was thinking about how all of this is interconnected.  I think that at heart I am a poet.  I write with crayons,  a garden,  psychotherapy, bras for melons I love, spaghetti for the musicians I love, and comments for bloggers I love.  Poetry is love.  Be Groovy! 🙂