Last summer I was weeding a neglected part of the garden when I spotted a plant that looked like either wild indigo or sweet pea. I thought I’d let it grow in place until I could identify it, but later that day I accidentally uprooted it while pulling out a clump of something else.
Imagine my surprise when I found a peanut shell tangled in the root system. In fact, the shell was the root of the root system! Someone had evidently fed raw unshelled peanuts to a neighborhood squirrel, who had buried one in the gravelly soil beside our driveway.
I potted it immediately, and after a few weeks it began to grow nicely.
I had plans for networking with other potted peanut growers. I envisioned a small but tasty harvest, carefully roasted.
Then came the day last week that frost was predicted, so I began to move the houseplants from their summer homes on porch and picnic table.
I noticed that the peanut wasn’t looking so good.
I’d like to think my peanut crop was harvested by the same critter who planted it in the first place, but I wonder. The price of peanut butter has jumped 30% in the past week due to a refinery problem… No, wait. That’s the excuse the oil companies give for price hikes.
The spike in peanut butter price is due to a poor harvest.
So I’m thinking: if the economy’s so bad that copper rustlers steal gutters from occupied houses and strip the wiring out of vacant ones, can peanut rustlers be far behind?
© 2011 Anne Bingham and Making It Up as I Go