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I do hate having the nieces watch TV.
Aug. 5th, 2008 10:33 amBut if I take them outside with me to pick tomatoes, I won't come back inside with any tomatoes!
And anyway, they're naked, so no. Tomato picking only took a minute, so they're still ensconsed in Noggin right now. Seemed a bit cruel to take it away after a minute. Decided to update my journal a sec to rant about tomatoes.
I like tomatoes. I love tomatoes. Especially our yellow ones in the garden. Need them for a recipe for dinner - beets with onions and tomatoes. The original recipe didn't call for carrots, but we have carrots so I'm throwing them in. It's a good recipe, and I'm working on the beets thing anyway.
I like morning glories, too. They're like God's gift to mornings. They make waking up before noon a pleasure instead of a chore. Love morning glories.
The really good thing about morning glories is that once you decide you want them along your fence, or running up and down in your hedges, you only have to plant them once. Sure, they're annuals, but they make a fuckton of seeds, right? So you plant them once, and all your worries are over.
Not such a great thing when somebody's bright idea was to seed the morning glories with the tomatoes. I can only ask why so many times before I have to shut up!
I take some small comfort in the fact that the impenetrable hedge of morning glories must be keeping all the animals away from our tomatoes. Unfortunately, we are animals. I'm gonna be crawling around out there all autumn trying to make sure the damn things don't self-seed there!
Stupid morning glories.
Next year, totally planning our garden instead of throwing plants every which way. That's where our problem started.
And as regards the neighborhood kids (who adore going to our yard with my mom to "pick" tomatoes - they can pick the tomatoes better than we can, with their tiny little hands, but they eat them better too!) I may very well go around next late winter/early spring and ask all their parents if they'd like me to supply seeds and spend some time with their kids in their *own* yards. You can save a few hundred dollars in groceries by planting your own garden, and our garden isn't really childsafe anyway.
And anyway, they're naked, so no. Tomato picking only took a minute, so they're still ensconsed in Noggin right now. Seemed a bit cruel to take it away after a minute. Decided to update my journal a sec to rant about tomatoes.
I like tomatoes. I love tomatoes. Especially our yellow ones in the garden. Need them for a recipe for dinner - beets with onions and tomatoes. The original recipe didn't call for carrots, but we have carrots so I'm throwing them in. It's a good recipe, and I'm working on the beets thing anyway.
I like morning glories, too. They're like God's gift to mornings. They make waking up before noon a pleasure instead of a chore. Love morning glories.
The really good thing about morning glories is that once you decide you want them along your fence, or running up and down in your hedges, you only have to plant them once. Sure, they're annuals, but they make a fuckton of seeds, right? So you plant them once, and all your worries are over.
Not such a great thing when somebody's bright idea was to seed the morning glories with the tomatoes. I can only ask why so many times before I have to shut up!
I take some small comfort in the fact that the impenetrable hedge of morning glories must be keeping all the animals away from our tomatoes. Unfortunately, we are animals. I'm gonna be crawling around out there all autumn trying to make sure the damn things don't self-seed there!
Stupid morning glories.
Next year, totally planning our garden instead of throwing plants every which way. That's where our problem started.
And as regards the neighborhood kids (who adore going to our yard with my mom to "pick" tomatoes - they can pick the tomatoes better than we can, with their tiny little hands, but they eat them better too!) I may very well go around next late winter/early spring and ask all their parents if they'd like me to supply seeds and spend some time with their kids in their *own* yards. You can save a few hundred dollars in groceries by planting your own garden, and our garden isn't really childsafe anyway.
