Sunday, August 21, 2022

Field notes- three tries to spell field. correctly. And I got it wrong in the note. Sunshine, Breeze.


 I'm waiting for all the black variety tomatoes to show some cherry red- to indicate they are ripe. This image is of regular tomatoes.  None of the regular ones will be ready until next month.  September isn't tomato month. sigh.

I'm thinking the black tomatoes were a waste of our time and energy.

The Peaches are finally ready.  The chipmunks have been taking bites out of as many as they can.  I don't eat those as I suspect the chipmunks carry disease. Which can spread to the juicy Peach interiors.

If it's not one thing- it's another.  Like I always told my Gardening 101 classes.  Gardening isn't for Sissies. It's all hard work and if we are lucky- some payback.  But often it all goes into the compost pile or into the belly of some rabid chipmunk or squirrel..  The crows seem to like peaches as well- but the ones already on the grass. Birds peck holes in the rosy red blush on the Peaches still on the tree.  

The Twins are coming to get Peaches as soon as they return from CAMP.  They have been AWAY for a week. Parents must have had a wonderful week!!!!!!

I am reading Jennifer Crusie's Getting Rid of Bradley.  It's a small, almost square book.  Strange size. But hardback.  What's hilarious is the number of times the police race to her house with lights and sirens.  Even though she has a detective staying in the house with her.  Fire. Explosions. You name it- it happens.

Wondering if she's related to Agnes???? Wondering what the Hitman would think of Lucy? Or the Detective and Agnes?  So many possibilities. An Explosive Double Date for sure.  Read it if you liked the Hitman book.  Especially Lucy's three dogs.  Good times.  I'm gonna order the book next visit to the book store.

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