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.