Yesterday my German neighbor Hudla stopped over for a little garden tutorial. In the middle of my Gardening 101 Lecture, Andy popped out to introduce himself, and “provide good Juju for the plants,” whatever the heck that means. He looked a little, crumpled. I asked him if the basement was meeting all of his needs. He assured me it was, but he just had a little jet-lag. I’m not sure how that happened since he drove up in an old VW Van, but okay.
I turned my back for one minute and Andy started teaching Hudla how to gently massage the stem of the plants—hmmm, a bit unorthodox, but who can argue his methods, when his passion for the plants is clearly steaming up the greenhouse windows. Plus, he came so highly recommended, I am going to let it go.
After Hudla left, Andy told me to go about my business while he introduced himself to my greenhouse plants. First, he introduced himself to the lettuce, “Hello my beeeautiful baby salad. How do you feel today?”
Then, I caught him talking to the strawberry plants, “Sweet succulent little strawberries, I will kiss you with my mind. Mwah, mwah.” Well, I put an end to that right away—let’s keep it G-rated, alrighty Andy?
After awhile, Lucy found her way into the greenhouse. Andy swept her up and Lucy began licking his face. Luckily he likes to communicate with each living thing by “speaking their language”.
Let’s just hope a bear doesn’t wonder into the yard. Still, I must admit, Lucy really took to Andy. Do you think he could he be related to the pet whisperer Cesar Millan?