I returned from visiting my daughter, who is in the Air Force stationed in Germany, last week. What a great trip and how awesome it was to spend time with her! While I was gone, I talked to my husband and asked if he was taking care of the garden - mostly, keeping it watered. He said he was. And I asked if he was enjoying all the fresh tomatoes. He said he didn't know why, but they just weren't ripening! The weather had turned cool and rainy, so I suggested he put down the sides of the high tunnel to make it warmer inside. Which he did. Still no ripe tomatoes!
I came home from my trip and went out to the garden and this is what I picked...
Never ask a man who is color-blind and can't very well tell between red and green if the tomatoes are ripe!
A day later I was brushing down the horses and our dog, Ladybird, a young Viszla with boundless energy, was right behind my horse Loch and he pooped on her head!
Add dog bath to the list of chores!
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