Cameron has it in his head he wants to grow some potatoes, so he and Der Bingle went to Baker’s and got sets to plant.

They came home with two other things as well: jalapeno pepper plants and kohlrabi thingies. We have very little sun in the backyard so I let them plant in the tomato space – I guess I’ll have a cherry tomato plant and plant others at Mother’s. I forgot to take a picture of the kohlrabi, probably some sort of shock reaction.

I also trained Cameron in the art of Dandelion Warfare and he started out on this one that had established itself under the outgrown tire swing.

Ah, this will be a scrambled entry because I need to back up and mention Cameron and Der Bingle  were in the back waiting for me when I pulled into the driveway – they wanted to know where they should plant their booty. Cameron first convinced me I had run over his foot when I backed up the car a little; then while I was recovering from my horrified response, he ran in the kitchen and came out with a treat he and Der Bingle had picked up at Baker’s: a cold bottle of Sioux City Sarsparilla. I guess we will be stocking it in the Foo Bar from now on.

It’s sitting here – empty – on the clubhouse, but I brought it in to sit on the kitchen windowsill and take us through the summer with some sort of Peanut Butter Cafe panache.* I am saving the bottle cap to attach to one side of an antique alphabet block for a Christmas ornament; it will join the blocks that have lids from exotic brews from the county fair about four years ago. On that day, we got our old-fashioned root beers and also got the idea to save the caps for ornaments; I put them in my pocket and then we actually remembered our plans and nailed them on blocks in December. We put them up every year. And remember the fair. Now I suppose I will remember the run-over foot gag as well.

*Yes, Foo, I know; the sarsparilla will be have to be ordered into the cafe from the Foo Bar