My Dad's Sense of Humor

Just returned from 4 days at the Seattle Fling, each jam-packed with garden blogger friendship and tours of amazing gardens.  It'll take several days to sift through all those pixels!  So instead of photos and Fling memories, all I'm sharing today is a little gardening humor from my dad.   We all show love the best way we can. 

   

An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey.  He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work as the ground was hard.  His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison.  The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent,  

I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my

tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden

plot. I know if you were here you'd

be happy to dig the plot for me like in the old days. 

Love,

Papa

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Pop, 

Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried. 

Love, 

Vinnie 

At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.  That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Pop, 

Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the

circumstances.

Love you, 

Vinnie