And now for something completely different…

…and unexpected… 

which maybe makes it  not all that different after all… 

for we seem to specialize in the unexpected…  

which just means that we’re still riding the New-Murphy-Normal wave.  

Make that the Murphy Tsunami.

It’s all about a garden.

And a compost pile.

Our garden.

Our compost pile.

Boring. 

I know.  

But then again, we’re talking MURPHY here. 

Murphy’s law. 

Muprhy’s life.  

Murphy’s garden. 

Expect the unexpected and consider reading on. 

Maybe.

For the last 10 years we have attempted the nurture of a healthy garden.  Some years left us with disappointing yield – like The Year Of The Ducks.  Other seasons saw such success that we deemed it wise to close down the fertile plot.  Like the year the watermelon business was closed.  Officially closed.  Because we figured our figuring and decided on not biggering and biggering and biggering. Our garden can handle only so many specimens and that’s that. Too much diversity and we get overwhelmed, exhausted and cranky. (Though I will sheepishly admit that one of us gardeners took a little longer then the other (wiser) one to firmly come to this conclusion.  But I got there.  Late, but not too late.) So we intentionally limited our garden to a variety of 5 crops max.  MAX.  And that may even have been pushing it a little…

But what to do if a mystery seed skips the established garden, disregards all boundaries of  controlled production, and unexpectedly sprouts right from within the compost pile?  A seed that grows silently and inconspicuously until, one day, you are confronted with the surprising reality of a Jack-and-the-beanstalk size vine that threatens the somewhat manageable life-with-5-crops as you know it...  for it is not a weed that can be pulled, it is…surely it is not… can’t be… but it is… a watermelon!


But the watermelon business is closed! We can’t handle another crop! Drought is lurking in our pockets, floods are thundering through our thinkers, our synapses are hosting a electric lightning storm… Our crop-transport-wagon is maxed-out on space, we’re too old, too tired, too… stuck in our own gardening plans, visions and ways… to grow another… watermelon…

But shock, confusion, trepidation, and incredulously processing the odds with the Big Gardener Upstairs has not changed any of our new reality: we are indeed growing another watermelon.  Courtesy of the compost pile.  Courtesy of The New Murphy Normal.  Courtesy of the Big Gardener Upstairs.

So if you will please be so gracious and faithful to water our garden with your prayers, we will be ever so thankful.  If you happen to see us, and it looks like we are about to plummet from the crest of the Tsumani into the even greater chaos of swirling white water, please kindly catch us.  If you dare.  For we are, after all, specialists in Murphy’s Law.  Expect.The.Unexpected.