I'm Hot

Yesterday the Man and the Girl went to a nursery and bought some plants. Now we have a garden. We have 9 tomatoes, 2 cantaloupes, 2 watermelons, 10 strawberries, 4 red potatoes, and 4 brown potatoes. The potatoes weren't store bought. Well, technically they were, but really they're just some potatoes that were laying around the kitchen long enough to start sprouting.

They also bought some impatiens, about a dozen, but they didn't get planted yet. Maybe later today after the sun goes down we'll plant them. It just got too hot. Too hot for me at least. Lately, if I get too hot I break out in a rash. I just noticed it when I got out of a nice hot soak bath and was covered in red polka dots. By the time the Girl and I had the vegetables planted I had dots all over my arms and neck, so I'll have to put off the flowers. I was going to put them in the front flower bed, but I think I'll put them over Buddy's grave instead. A couple of days ago it must have been arbor day because they gave everybody at work dogwood trees, and that's where I decided to put mine. I didn't really want a dogwood there. I mean, a dogwood tree over a dog's grave just seems too cutesy, but it was free and I couldn't think of any better place to put it.

I was thinking about getting a mulberry tree for Buddy's grave, but I didn't think the Man would appreciate the big mess. I just love mulberries. They are nummy fresh or made into jelly. I like them better than strawberries. When I was real little there was a huge mulberry tree in our yard and I remember how much fun it was to climb all over it stuffing my face with fruit, but I also remember how much of a mess it made, how our hands and feet looked like they were severely bruised.

I have to admit something though. I always thought mulberry colored bird shit was pretty.