The developmentally disabled man I am supporting and I are currently at his community garden. After watering and weeding, he likes to sing to his veggies. Usually they are Irish folk songs or sea chanties. Today, he brought sheet music to "On Top of Old Smokey." My job rocks sometimes!
Bonus: a little old lady had a bumper crop of peppers and practically forced me to take some off her hands. Got onions and celery, and I think some shrimp in the freezer. Looks like a creole cookin' night!
I SERIOUSLY need to hire this man to sing to my houseplants. Out of around 15 or so small plants that I've purchased in the last 6 months, only one is thriving and 6 are hanging on by a very thin thread. I lost another 2 last week. Even a cactus in my little miniature cacti garden literally turned to jelly and collapsed. Sigh.
I'm thinking that if this man were to sing a rousing round of "Oh When the Saints Come Marching In", it may help to revive my poor wilted basil plant...
P.S. Send some of those extra peppers over to Gypsy. I'm sure she'd LOVE them.