A bounty in the backyard?

A Word to the Wise
By: Tom Rupp, Special to the Telegraph
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So, do you think spring has finally arrived here in Folsom and El Dorado Hills? I do not mean officially on the calendar — since that happened two months ago — but rather in the temperatures and sunshine. In my 10 years here I have never seen it rain this much so late into the year. Don’t quote me on this, but I am pretty sure that we usually stop getting rain by March. So to see showers continuing through the first week of May is an anomaly. Also, check the records. I think last year the temperature was in the 90s in May. And did I mention that rumbling sound we heard last week? So thunder can be heard in California. I have a CD titled “Soft Thunderstorm.” I thought listening to that was the only way I could hear thunder and still live here, but I was wrong. The garden sure has loved the recent rain. Everything is green, alive and producing. The pomegranate tree has exploded. The mint is reaching for the sky. The green on the leaves of the lemon tree has deepened. I see buds on the various tomato plants. Even the cucumber is beginning to get an inkling of growth. The best new development is this — we have eight heads of Romaine lettuce exploring the edges of the planter box. Each day at lunch I go out to the garden and clip off some fresh leaves of lettuce for my sandwich. It’s not a major savings, but there comes with that lettuce a small feeling of satisfaction. How cool is that? Folks back in Carolina and Virginia would laugh at me calling this a garden. Crocodile Dundee, in his movie from the ‘80s, had a line in which he said, “That’s not a knife. This is a knife,” and then he pulled out some mini-sword. My East Coast friends would say, “That’s not a garden.” Then they would show me an acre or two and proudly exclaim, “This is a garden.” For now this little plot will have to suffice. My friend Bill Wiggins said I got three sermons out of one tomato plant. Well, I won’t write three columns about it. Hey, wait a minute. We have the lettuce. We will soon have the tomato. Perhaps I should put up a wire fence and make inquiries about purchasing a hog. BLT heaven, here I come! Tom Rupp lives in Folsom and can be reached at