Today I planted our vegetable garden. We have tomatoes called Big Zac and Goliath (which, ironically, is the smallest guy in the lot). We have a pablano pepper I've named Pablo (because my Paul chose him) and we have some straightneck squash and cucumbers in as well, but they're unnamed. I will put the lettuce in a deck planter and do the same with limas for extra TLC. They are too tender to trust to the ground just yet.
Once all my toms and pablos and their amigos were firmly palnted, I surrounded the garden with marigolds, an old tried-and-true natural insect repellant. The variety I chose have brick red and orange flat petals and is called Durango Flame.
When I saw all those Catholic-Jewish flowers (Mary Gold), I knew I had been blogging too long: I thought of naming each of them after blogging friends. I secretly started naming them, beginnign alphabetically in the southwest corner of my 36 foot square produce patch.
If you would like to be named among my Mary Golds, leave me a comment. At the end of next Saturday, I'll try to post a picture of my veggies surrounded by marigolds, and if you want one named after you, I'll show everyone where their namesake is in my little piece of God's great earth.
By the way, the Mary Golds with a middle name (ie Mary Amy, Mary Betty, Mary Laurie Lynn) will get more attention than the nameless ones, so have a heart. :)