I took my sons to see Interstellar for Veteran’s Day. If you have seen the preview, then you know the premise: the earth is dying, along with the humans that inhabit it. Mathew Lincoln McConaughey and Anne Fantine Hathaway team up and jump into a space ship to go search for a suitable new planet. You wouldn’t guess it from the preview, but a lot of crazy manipulation of time and dimension goes down during this movie. The audience experiences black holes, worm holes, plot holes, and – of course -- ghosts.
During all this banter with the space-time continuum, I started to think about…well…time. And right as an interstellar tsunami is about to pound Anne and Matt’s space shuttle during a 23 year time-squandering sequence, I blurted out “Geez, sweet peas!”
Luckily the film was very loud, so my Tourettes moment went unnoticed. But my thought process was roughly as follows:
Planets look like tomatoes.
My tomatoes didn’t do very well this year…like Earth in this movie. The astronauts keep wasting precious time!
And that’s when it dawned on me that I forgot to plant sweet peas in my fading tomato beds, and that I, too, am running out of time. (I also had the thought that Gravity would have been a better name for this movie; oh wait, that title got taken last year. But that has nothing to do with sweet peas).
In Zone 15, here in the mountains above Los Gatos, California, sweet peas should be planted in October or early November. It is already mid-November. I am so far behind in my gardening that I feel I’m being sucked into a black hole.
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