with my garden
yes, folks, i have found my "should-have-been" profession:
like those before me, i come from a long line of farmer-types.
i think i shall join their ranks and become a shovel weilding, garden perusing, chicken chopping, apple preserve canning, suspender wearing, farmer.
it's in my roots, i can feel it.
when those granuals of dirt get under my nails and the fibers of my sweat bead across my forehead, i realize that my joy in such otherwise uncomfortable circumstances comes from my upmost pleasure in watching these little ones grow.
here are some updates on a few of my loves:
(which i hate, but the weldon men love)
plus, items in the garden world have cutie-tootsie names, too, which i love :)
a lot of tomatoes i know.
but if you know mr. foster then you know that no amount of tomatoes will be enough. my 12 plants will surely become barren within moments of containing ripened fruit.
mr. f is a tomatoe machine.