I don’t mean the money, I mean the kind of aid where someone, who knows what he’s doing, comes in and takes over all the hard work. And leaves behind jars of pickles.
Yesterday, I gave you a glimpse of my little plot of farmland and a great tune to
drive you batshit crazy hum all day long. Again, you’re welcome.
Now it’s time to talk about the tomatoes. Just so you know, I really can’t be blamed for this debacle because I’ve seen that topsy turvy thingamajig and it’s just one little plant, so how bad could it be to have three plants? I like tomatoes.
Oh, good heavens to horticulture! These plants are as tall as me and don’t look to be slowing down any time soon. There are more tomatoes on the vines than I have lasagna recipes. Bring on the BLTs!
I have big ones, cherry ones and low acid ones. All. Over. The. Place.
Someone said I should can them, too. Oh jeez. I’m gonna need more jars.
Oh? and that little funny looking plant in the lower left of the tomatoes? That was a bonus.
Beets! or, beet, I guess I should say, because thank goodness for chocolate and all that is wonderful, there is only one of those. Just enough for a salad. Right? It’s not going to suddenly mutate and bring forth a bazillion beets, is it?
I also have a strawberry patch! It’s amazing how much you can cram into one little city farm. We like strawberries and so do the robins, so I have to keep an eye out there to make sure they don’t help themselves. It would be nice to think one, or both, of the dogs would take care of that little task for me, since they’re outside doing nothing anyway. As you may have noticed from the bunny assignment, they can’t be trusted.
So I run out there every now and again and give all the birds the stink eye and tell them to stay off my farm. I feed them on the other side of the yard, in the
bunny flower garden, they don’t need to be eating any of my strawberries. We are hoping for strawberry pie later this summer.
I tell you, it’s hard work, this farm. It’s keeping me from doing other things that would be a lot more fun, like making grandbaby things!
If I had known about the arrival of a grandbaby before I planted this
huge mutating farm, I would have planted blue bonnets or baby’s breath. Who cracks herself up? Blue BONNETS, get it?
I wonder if babies like pickles?