A witch adorns a pole in our neighborhood, like she’s flown into it. Cute I chuckled when the boys and I passed by in October. Our neighborhood gets into Halloween. But, she’s still there and it’s almost Christmas. Did they forget to take her down or its just Halloween all year round for them? In 1000 years, an archaeologist is going to dig in our neighborhood, and proclaim us to be Halloween worshipers who celebrated the holiday all year long.
I hadn’t finished pondering the witch, when the boys and I passed a house with a dog out front. The dog thought about barking but his owner shushed him. That was nice of the owner, who wandered around after the dog with no shirt on sporting several nice tattoos. I admired his muscled, ripped body but pondered his sanity. The temperature is barely 40 degrees. He must be either a polar bear plunge enthusiast, have hot flashes or be related to my broccoli.
I walked out to the garden today expecting to cut down my gigantic broccoli plants. The temperature plunged to below 30 degrees and stayed there for a few weeks. That’s cold for Seattle. I figured that did in my broccoli and yes it did finally kill a few. Well, it killed the stalks. Most are still firmly rooted so I left them in the ground. I harvested several nice tiny heads, too. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It’s January and I’m harvesting broccoli. Kris’ zombie broccoli, it just lives on and on.