In the foreground: my brandywine tomato plant, raised from seed from a kit bought by my lovely wife, Brandi, and just starting to sprout some serious leaves. I should have tomatoes by, oh, about fall.But what's this? In the background? Something green and decidedly not leafy! Something with scars at its temple, the strength of many men and the simplicity of a child. Something not alive, but not dead, either, not a Spring but certainly not an Autumn and absolutely out of place with that weird orange and purple jumpsuit. It's... Toy Frankenstein's Monster!
Our downstairs neighbor makes our lawn look like a putting green, but he also gets pretty excited when it comes to garage sales... to the point where he beings home and decorates the yard with creatures like Adam here. Downstairs, we've got robots, gondolas, potted plants, some of which I suspect are weeds that just sprouted in the right place, and of course about forty clocks set to go off every hour, forty-three minutes past the hour.
I'm fine with it all as long as it makes the plants grow. Which, somehow, it does, as evidenced by my amazing, now flowering squash plant:
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