Max loves tomatoes

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound.  First off, before I forget, we need to wish all the dads out there a happy Father’s Day.  Yes, I am fully aware that this day has come and gone, but I do write these articles in advance and I get into a distorted time warp at times.  But think of it this way, I am the only one right now, in this whole newspaper that is wishing you dads a wonderful day.  Mano to mano, print to eye, this is your day in the Dogpound.  Woof!  Woof! [That, by the way, was Max chiming in as well.]  

OK... on to other things.  I was out spraying my gravel driveway again for the third to fourth time this year already.  A tad ticked that weeds want to grow in my driveway but at the same time being a bit amazed how life finds a way to keep on ticking.  I live in the country and there are empty fields and meadows all around me but these seeds, by no choice of their own, wind up in the gravel and they somehow manage to make a foothold where no such foothold should exist.  

We have to admit that we kind of ignore this miracle that happens around us all the time. I mean we take it for granted that trees can literally die during winter and come back to life when the land warms up.  Or that we can plant a little dark dry kernel and with a little loving care, we will have beautiful flowers growing in our yard.  Did you know that the oldest seeds to be found and made to germinate were some flower seeds found in Siberia that are estimated to be over 30,000 years old.  Is that amazing or what?

Speaking of growing and amazing, I had my first home-grown cherry tomato the other day.  It was as near perfect a tomato you could get; big, plump, and recently drenched in a gentle rain.  I ate it right there on the spot and it just melted in my mouth.   That is the way tomatoes should taste!   The good news is that, if the animals in the area leave my plants alone, I will have at least a dozen more before the week is out.   Yea!

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“He who plants a garden plants happiness.”
          – Proverb quote

STEAK IN PLACE
A waiter brings the customer the steak he ordered, but the waiter’s thumb is resting on the meat. “Are you crazy?” yells the customer. “You bring my food with your hand on my steak?” “What?” answers the waiter. “You want it to fall on the floor again?”

There we go Dads…this issue was just for you.  As always be good, play safe, and remember Dads are people, too. Got to love them.  

JR and Max

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