So, if I told you I just picked these tomatoes from out in our greenhouse, would you believe me? (That would be from our as-of-yet-non-functioning greenhouse.) Nah, I didn't think so.
I've been able to get lovely red orbs like this from our local organic foods co-op for a few months now. Granted, the little darlings price out at nearly a dollar each, but the good news is they TASTE LIKE REAL TOMATOES. Whoo-hoo!
Dear daughter is coming to spend the day today working with me on computer/website administrative tasks along with doing some photography of baby quilts and bibs. Bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches will be served for lunch. (Would madam care for a wee glass of white wine with that?) Mmmm, can hardly wait.
If all goes well, husband and I are going to try to get some pictures, and I'll do a blog post on Chicken Culling 101 this weekend for all of you who have expressed an interest in same.
The other thing I'm going to attempt this weekend is to get some extra sleep. Still finding too many things to do in a day's time and pushing on too late into the night time hours. Not enough beauty sleep makes Mama Pea a very cranky girl. (What the heck am I gonna do come spring when I spend most of my day outside in the garden, which obviously I'm not doing now? Oh wait, I almost forgot! That's when the four interns, the full-time maid and cook arrive. Whew, no problem. I'll be fine.)
the quotidian (3.19.18)
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