Blake has been so stressed out about Primary that blogging fell by the wayside. He feels like he's the only one making mistakes, like he's the only one who's not taking to the T-34 like a fish to water... which his friends say is totally not true, they're all making the same mistakes. Anyway, a few pep talks later and he's got his head back in the game (mostly).
So, it's beautiful outside. As you can see from the above picture, our tomato plants finally have real flowers! Hooooooray! Our garden is coming along beautifully. You can kind of see how far they've come from the pictures I posted when we planted it. I'm very excited. It's so nice having fresh parsley and rosemary, I can't wait to have fresh... well... everything.
When I was little, my mom had a ginormous, extremely tasty garden. I'm talking the works, people: tomatoes, peas, beans, spinach, lettuces, asparagus, peppers, cucumbers, squash, zucchini. It was HEAVEN! Someday, I will have a garden like that. Mark my words. My container garden is nice, but a little weeding would make me feel like I accomplished something. Yes, I know, asking for weeds is crazy because once weeds start growing, you have to work like a fiend to fend them off.
Maybe someday I'll be one of those old ladies in faded jeans and t-shirt, floppy hat on my head, wicker basket at my side. Collecting vegetables and pulling weeds with my worn in gloves.
