I think I’ve mentioned my dad’s garden before, yes? He’s got an amazing collection of flowers, vegetables and trees, and is just about the only person I know who has a persimmon tree in his yard that actually produces fruit (and the fruit…wow! Like custard with the most delicate flavor). We love going to the house in the summer so we can see the progress of the garden. The girls get to pick the sweetest, crispest cucumbers from the vine and pretty soon, they’ll be doing the same with cherry tomatoes. This is about the only way to get Miss C to eat fresh veggies.
Which reminds me that I wanted to tell you how my dad brings back plants from his various state-side travels. I was telling this story to my friend Unha today and it reminded me just how absurd it is. Any normal-thinking person would just probably bring back little plantlings from a trip with them on the plane as part of their carry-on luggage. My dad, however, packs them in his suitcase and checks them in. Still in their pot. With soil. Yeah, I know…how? If I didn’t see it for myself, I wouldn’t be able to believe that this method actually works, let alone not make a potential mess of soil and broken leaves in his suitcase. Coming home from a visit to LA one summer (yes, this family trip thing to Seattle with my parents that’s coming up? Not the first time), I saw him start to pack a 12 inch plant with plastic bags and towels. Now, I didn’t get to see the crucial part where he actually packs the plant into the suitcase with his other stuff, but I did see that plant, freaking INTACT, with no leaves or stems broken, on a stand at their house 9 hours later when we got home. As for asking him why he packs the plant instead of just carrying the plant on the plane with him? Well…why bother?