tomato tamaughto
It’s tomato season in Jackson County, IN. At least for the peskies — the garden experts extraordinaire. Good thing they’ll share because my growing prowess stinks. Never again will I plant tomatoes in grow bags.
I planted. I staked. Because grow bags don’t hold moisture like planting in the ground, I watered. Every day… twice per day… I watered. My plants are now about half the size of those grown by Mr. Pesky and have a few green lumps attempting to become a tomato. Mr. Pesky said he doubted mine would be red and eatable by Christmastime. Again, lucky for me, they share…
I’m giving my lil’ suckers until Thursday late afternoon to show me some action, or they’re going in the yard waste container for trash pick-up on Friday.
After a week of extreme heat, I had the windows open this morning. Sheesh… it’ll soon be 1:00 PM and it’s only 72°F. Although fall is still a good way off, it’s nice to have a cooler day thrown in before August 1 and before school starts. A cool day is especially enjoyed by one family member in particular…
While Merida has a slick coat of shiny hair, Dharma has thick hair that forms a curl down her back. She gets brushed at least every other day. What comes off every single time fills a Wal-mart bag. The rest is either sucked in human nostrils or inadvertently eaten.
TIL (Today I Learned): Until 1916, tourists could go all the way up to the torch of the Statue of Liberty. The room is still there but access to the inner area was shut down when debris from a German bomb in WWI turned its pathway into a treacherous route. You’ll spend close to $100 bucks for the currently offered experience.
