Call it the gift that keeps on giving

Last week, overcome with good weather and global warming, I decided to risk planting some of my garden early. Garden planning has never been a priority in my life, so I ended up with two rows of onions and some leftovers. I set them on the toolbox of the truck as I finished up the effort.

The next day I drove off with the sack of onions still on the toolbox. The first place I parked, somebody said, "You've got a sack on the back of your truck."

I said, "Oh yeah," and then promptly forgot they were there and drove off to a friend's house. He had donned his overalls and was loading his truck. I asked, "Where are you headed?"

He said he was going out to work on his blackberry patch and clean up the garden area. He looked over to the truck and asked, "What is that on the truck?"

I said, "It's some leftover onions." He immediately volunteered to take them off my hands so I didn't have to drive around town looking stupid.

Later that evening, he called and related how he had gone to the local feed store and bought more onions and headed out to do his planting only to find out, like me, he had too many onion sets.

Later that same day, one of his relatives came by. The relative responded that he was getting ready to go plant his onions, so now the leftover onions got moved to a third party. People often say you need to pass good things along. In our case, we have been trying like the devil to get rid of these onions, and it looks like we finally succeeded.