We have our fun moments around here. Yeah - she wants bubbles in her next bath.
Typical Girlie Girl.
It has been nuts around here - as usual. As I type - I have almost reached the point where the last pot of homemade tomato sauce is ready for canning.
We started on those two days ago. If I were a car with disc brakes - they’d be shot to Hell by now.
Start - Stop - Start - Stop - Start - Stop.
If it’s not one thing - it’s another. Always something. There’s always a detour.
I’m done with tomatoes. The tomatoes are not done. But - I am.
I have enough to fight with - without fighting with the birds around here.
We have lost our corn.
Between the tormenting heat - and the squirrel that came back - it’s gone. I think when we planted it - as well as the way we planted - may also be contributors.
But - just for spite - I may go ahead and put up our tent - out by the garden - and camp out by the garden for the night - with the 9mm.
We will have no corn from our garden this year.
Hopefully - I can find some at the local Farmer’s Markets for putting up.
But all is not lost. We put away nine packages of Yukon Gold potatoes - weighing an average of 2lbs. Per package.
Next on the agenda … My Mother-In-Law’s most favorite job!
Jalapenos. ( Inside joke. It wasn't so funny back then. )
I’m tired. I’m finished with gardening for this year.
Okay - I’m not finished with gardening. I’m finished with the fight that comes with gardening as it exists at our home right now.
I’m taking a break. I will not be planting a vegetable garden next year.
I’m done. I realize the next spring does not arrive until next year. But - it’s not stopping me from already enjoying the break I am looking so forward to experiencing. I can already feel the ‘goose bumps ‘ - and the water.
Yeah - the water.
It will be like dragging my husband all the way to a Day Spa by the hair on his head. I know this. But - by the Grace - Support - and Blessing from God - Himself….
I will have a swimming pool - or - Jacuzzi - one or the other - next spring.
And I will go chasing after all the Farmer’s Markets around here.
And I will come home from all the Farmer’s Markets around here - to stand on the corner of my Jacuzzi - or go float on an air mattress in my pool - ( with a really serious Mojito in hand ) - and scream out something that will have the neighbors thinking it’s - Opera!
And when enough of ‘em show up to bitch about it - we’ll all go inside the house and do some canning or freezing.