I started this summer with grand plans. I was going to have a beautiful garden that was going to be the talk of the town. I was going to groom the trails leading through our woods. You know really Martha Stewart it up, ending it all with a middle of summer blueberry bash. So far I have a weed bed masquerading as our garden. I never got the chance to till it, but I did get a chance to catch a summer cold and my beautiful trails have four massive down trees on them. We have been having buckets of rain here in the north so I have a field of green berries where there should be blue. So far my summer can be summed up with such words as… disaster, fiasco, comedy of errors without the humor, oh and my personal favorite, You might want to get that cough checked out. Despite my epic failures things did start to look up, when I was gifted eight adorable yellow bell tomato plants. I brushed aside that nagging evil voice that said, here at the end of June in a climate where we only get three months of warm weather these plants are worthless and I took the gift. The little note that accompanied the gift said that the junior tomatoes haven’t been hardened off yet. So I carefully checked the weather it was going to be 65 degrees tonight with a 20% chance of rain showers. Perfect weather for hardening off plants. So I plop my Jr tomatoes on the front porch and go to bed. I wake up around 2am to the sound of a massive rain storm I am pretty sure there was hail. This morning my Jr tomatoes were flattened, and with them my dreams of a perfect summer. Thank you all my lovely readers for taking the time to read my post. The comment box is always open I’d love to hear from you too.
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