I did an hour of tomato-picking at the farm on Wednesday.
Poured on Thursday morning.
Ron donated blood on Thursday afternoon. I was anemic. I had sudden, terrible IBS and we hit a traffic jam on the way back home. Had to clean the bathroom, the kitchen floor and Ron’s van.
Buddy escaped to the field (I made the mistake of taking him there the day before) but after we walked through the field and drove around several neighborhoods, he came back on his own. Later, he escaped from the porch, but we were both in the yard, so he decided to play “tag” with us instead.
Ron did the transfer station run yesterday and a shop. He also did a great job setting up poles to anchor the hibiscus, which is huge, and the gigantic lilies.
I haven’t wanted to do much of anything lately. Getting tired of the gardens, too. Been a terrible year for squash, pretty good for cukes, and so-so for tomatoes.
I’m ready for Fall.