This morning the roosters were crowing — a little late, even in my opinion. Our bellies were full of biscuits, gravy, scrambled eggs and what I teased was “burned” bacon. Daddy made his way out to the garden and started tying up mater plants, cucumbers, and all the vine-like plants in the garden. He has a half-gallon thermos filled mostly with ice and a little water. Just how he likes it.
Not bad for a guy who, this time last year, was recovering from lung cancer surgery. 🙂
Those are some mighty fine looking tomato plants. You tell Daddy and Lou that if they have any extra maters this year you know someone who knows the true value of home grown maters and would put them to good use. Peeled, sliced, salted….yum. 🙂
Well, Lou and James are kinda sweating the garden right now. All this rain. Down in the bottoms. It’s purty soppy down yonder in the mater patch. Let’s all pray for maters! 🙂