My little granddaughter volunteered to harvest the tomatoes.
Hobbes volunteered to guard her from marauders.
I volunteered to watch them and clap.
Life is good.
It’s a dream of mine to have a fruit tree that –actually produces lots of beautiful, clean, yummy fruit. You know the kind. Bushes of peaches. Bowls of pears. Buckets of cherries.
So far this year, the peach blossoms froze, the apples flung themselves to the ground for some unknown reason, and the pears… well, there were six pears that are still hard as a plate of funny looking green rocks. Honestly, they kind of scare me.
Now, Lyndi and Nate on the other hand have more grown up trees that seem to have their feet under them, so to speak. At any rate they apparently know what they’re doing more than my trees do. Peaches earlier in the summer and now–look at these plumbs!! They were so juicy and perfect that I had to just stare at them for awhile. A very short while, mind you. Four days to be exact. Yeah, I pretty much ate them all.
My dad would say, “Those plumbs were no good. They didn’t keep!”
Get it?! They didn’t KEEP?! HA!
I guess we’ll be needing a plumb tree.
Experiment- I’m going to lightly spray doTERRA Peppermint and Cedarwood essential oils on my garden shoes before digging in the yard. Pretty sure it will send all the Box Elder bugs and ants scurrying AWAY from me instead of up my pant legs. Yikes! Here I go.
Oh and if it doesn’t work, I have Lavender to soothe the skin irritations. Wish me luck!
PS–It worked!! BAhahha!
I took a little stroll around the back yard today. Soooo many pretty things to see…
all of which, I didn’t plant. They were here when we bought the house.
I suspect, most of them have been here for a very long time.
A few of the bushes desperately need a good pruning…
while others can just go ahead and grow to the moon and back–they are just that pretty.
Trouble is–with the exception of the Hens & Chicks– I don’t know what any of them are, what they need, or how and when to prune them. I would be happy to look it up, but without knowing what they are called, I’m at a bit of a standstill.
If any of you know what plants I’m dealing with, would you let me know in the comments below?
That way, I can do some research and take care of them properly–you know, leave them alone or cut them back.
In the meantime…
The girls are very willing to help.