3:51 PM Mon, Oct 22, 2007 | Permalink
Cindy Brummer
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This morning I woke up around 4 a.m. to the sound of pecans pelting my roof. I can hear them especially well in my bedroom -- which is right underneath the pecan tree -- because it has a flat roof. The wind was whipping the tree around good and sending those pecans flying.
It sounded like a bunch of kids were throwing hundreds of snowballs at my house. (I grew up in Virginia, and we had snow days most winters.)
I listened for a while and eventually fell back to sleep, until the rain started. My husband and I jumped out of bed, suddenly remembering the multitude of things we had left outside that would almost certainly already be soaked.
Yep, Luke's stroller and wagon were really wet -- but they'll dry.
Later that morning, when I finally left for work, I noticed a white cylinder right in front of someone's SUV parked down the block.
"Wow, that's really weird -- and really familiar... oh my gosh!" I thought to myself.
I parked across the street and jumped out of the car in the rain to grab it. One of the tomato cages had been blown clear down the street! It had flown the coop.
I was so embarrassed that I had failed to secure it against the wind... I grabbed it as fast as I could and threw it in the trunk.
As I was putting the car back into drive, I spotted another one!
"Oh, man!" There goes my hair which I had spent 20 minutes trying to straighten.
I jumped out of the car again, sloshed through a giant puddle and grabbed the big round, wet tomato cage.
No room in the trunk -- this one had to go into the backseat. Oh well, the car needs to be cleaned anyway.
I swung the car around and dropped the cages on the front porch -- now late for work. My husband, who had only just noticed the cages were missing opened the front door, "We're still missing one."
"Oh, man! I didn't see it!"
It was found later that day hiding by the jalapeño plants in the side yard. Just before it was found, another tomato cage made a break for it and was caught in the neighbors' yard, scrunched up against their Halloween headstones.
We plan to secure the cages to the garden beds' wood frames as soon as possible.
Chuckle, chuckle.
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