Wednesday, May 17, 2017

“It’s difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato.”

~ Lewis Grizzard

The sun is shining and the forecast for the day, respectable; I’m anticipating a busy day starting with being out and about running an assortment of errands this morning. Then, this afternoon–ah, this afternoon . . .

I’ve got fish fins and other assorted fish parts saved from Gerry’s salmon haul last summer thawed and in the fridge; a jar of powdered eggshells is waiting on the kitchen counter; I’ll grab a handful of aspirin and throw them in a jar to take with me when I head out later.

It’s tomato planting day and I’m the kind of girl who gets giddy about it.

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  1. Enjoy your afternoon Linda! Planting is exciting!

    1. Thank you, Ruth! It was a wonderful day!

  2. Homegrown tomato…big ole slab slice, squishy white bread, slathered with mayo. That’s living.

    1. I agree, Karen! I’ll take mine without th mayo though, just butter, salt, and pepper please.

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