Who’s growing tomatoes?
There are twenty tomato seedlings sucking up the sunshine in the upstairs den. Three different varieties. This was taken a few days ago when they stood five inches at the highest. Today — seven inches. We might be running a little tomato stand this summer. But I always have to take into account the demon squirrels and the pigmunks and the undead bunnies when I think about yield. I could end up with a pint of tomatoes for my effort. Just sayin’.
Here be Hump Day in all its spring color palette.
Get jiggy with it.
But I’m doing this…
Seedlings, Seedlings, and More Seedlings!
These snow peas are changing daily. In fact, they are changing from morning to night. They are creeping me out, man.
Aren’t they beaut? I just hope they don’t start climbing before I get them outside. You can see what they looked like on Saturday at my Instagram.
We’ll just call this Single Shot Monday: The Late Edition
The day started with bread baking and will end with writing.
The G-Pup came home from the groomer with a micro barrette with a pink feather dangling from it clipped to her ear. Usually she comes home with a bandanna tied around her neck. I guess spring has sprung for the groomer techs. She’s clipped, fluffy, clean, and stylin’.
I’m clean. The end. Okay. Truth. The hair is fluffy, but not in a good way.
And Monday is in the house.
Words to count before I sleep, peeps.