As our interim pastor Peter Beckwith prepares for his (sob!) retirement, he has been downsizing his office. At one lemonade hour after Sunday morning worship, he asked how to dispose of some shredded documents. Our town will pick shredded paper up if it's bagged in clear plastic. But shredded paper makes a equally fine mulch, holding in moisture around plants and suppressing weeds.
Which is why our tomatoes are now surrounded by our pastor's shredded sermons.
Enough sermons for all the plants!
Our tomatoes are ripening. They've been asked after by some of our past recipients.
We've had enough rain so we haven't needed our soaker hoses, but they're ready.
Now, what will the effect of our pastor's sermons be on our tomatoes? He's a very fine preacher; will our tomatoes be more robust, more complex in flavor? Will the acid/sweetness balance be just right? We'll let you know!