Big Pink Farm

How did that happen?  Seriously, how?  Just like that, the nights have become chilly.  Autumn is hovering nearby.  I'll tell you, I would like fall a lot more if it didn't lead ultimately to winter.

<clapping hands over ears> La la la la la I'm not listening!!!

So this has been the Summer of the Tomato.  Of the 30 plants we started with this year, 29 survived the guineas.  No, they didn't just survive; they thrived!  Consequently, I have been buried under an avalanche of tomatoes from the abundant harvest.  (The green ones were picked by an overzealous 3 year old boy, but that's okay because we love to eat fried green tomatoes.)

I have either canned or frozen many gallons of salsa and tomato sauce.  I have dehydrated pounds and pounds of tomatoes.  I have canned tomato quarters and even tomatoe puree.  We have eaten dozens of tomato and mayonnaise sandwiches on fresh-baked whole grain bread.

Apparently, we are not the only creatures on the farm that love tomatoes.  Roger discovered a squatter who lives in the tomato garden.

That is the biggest, grossest spider I have ever seen and is the sole reason why I will never set foot in the tomato garden again.  Do you know what kind of spider that is?  I don't know and would like to find out, but that would require a Google search and the potential of looking at dozens of photos of icky spiders and I just don't think I have that kind of fortitude.  So if you know what this spider is and if my children are in imminent danger, please email me.  Ok?  Thanks.