Dear Aristotle
Dear Aristotle, wherever you may be, I just had to write and tell you about the tomatoes. Maybe you’re already watching from the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, who knows? Anyway, you would not believe the irony. You remember how you and Mum had half-hearted attempts at growing tomatoes? You tried one year and concluded that you were late putting them in. Then you concluded that the chances of growing them outdoors were not great, but the greenhouse leaked and needed repairing so you just hoped. By the way – the greenhouse still needs repairing – it’s next on the list.
Anyway, Mum tried again last year even though you weren’t around to help and concluded that she wouldn’t bother anymore.
Dahlias
This year, Mum bought some more dahlia tubers and because she’d run out of bags of compost she decided to use the tomato bags from last year. Well, here’s the funny thing. The dahlias are coming through nicely and each one is surrounded by really healthy tomato plants. Now we have to decide whether to treat to pot the tomatoes in their own little pots and give them a chance or just laugh about it and do nothing with them.
I was all in favour of ignoring them, but Mum said that isn’t what Aristotle would have done. When you had a job you always took it seriously and carried on working until it was done.
Mum and I really miss you. You’d have known how to manage Pebbles. You’d probably have taken her under your wing and she’d have adored you. She’d really benefit from that. It’s a shame I don’t feel up to it.
It’s weird, but I’ve enjoyed writing to you. Maybe I’ll do it again soon. I can let you know how the tomatoes are doing.
Love and woofs
Wilma
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