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rebeccmeisterThis year my mom's tale of woe is that she planted 3 tomato plants, including one variety known as "mortgage-buster." She watched the plants grow and put on beautiful green fruits. Then one day, she noticed some fruits missing from the mortgage buster. The next day, the entire plant was dead and all of its tomatoes were gone. Rats! (literally) The other two plants have produced some fruits, but overall this has been a disappointing year for tomatoes for her.
Last night, my uncle D, aunt D, and cousin L came by for dinner. They live in Enumclaw in the farmhouse where my grandpa grew up, so they have ample space for gardening, and aunt D has been putting that space to very good use. This year she entered 12 different pumpkin varieties in the Puyallup Fair, and 10 of them won blue ribbons!
So when they came by for dinner, they were bearing armloads of pumpkins, squashes, and tomatoes. And one hilariously long cucumber. These tomatoes are the cuor di bue variety (ox heart) and soon enough I'll be able to tell you how they taste on toast.
My aunt D says managing her harvest this year has been stressful, even with giving away as much fresh produce as she possibly can. Nonetheless, she is still entering a pumpkin in a giant pumpkin contest this Saturday, not because she expects to come even remotely close to winning, but because, well, why not?
While we sat around looking at photos and catching up after dinner, I happened to glance over and notice damp Martha, as mentioned in my previous post.
Once she had a few minutes to dry off, she jumped up in uncle D's lap for a lovely evening snuggle. D&D had a cat up until a couple years ago, named Elvis, but haven't yet gotten back to a point of adopting a new cat, so they enjoyed the cat time. Meanwhile, my cousin L went off to sing with a music group (need to learn the name of the singing type again as it sounds like something my sister might like?).
The most we saw of George was a brief, shadowy passing and glance at the people in the room. Which is progress for him, actually.
Last night, my uncle D, aunt D, and cousin L came by for dinner. They live in Enumclaw in the farmhouse where my grandpa grew up, so they have ample space for gardening, and aunt D has been putting that space to very good use. This year she entered 12 different pumpkin varieties in the Puyallup Fair, and 10 of them won blue ribbons!
So when they came by for dinner, they were bearing armloads of pumpkins, squashes, and tomatoes. And one hilariously long cucumber. These tomatoes are the cuor di bue variety (ox heart) and soon enough I'll be able to tell you how they taste on toast.
My aunt D says managing her harvest this year has been stressful, even with giving away as much fresh produce as she possibly can. Nonetheless, she is still entering a pumpkin in a giant pumpkin contest this Saturday, not because she expects to come even remotely close to winning, but because, well, why not?
While we sat around looking at photos and catching up after dinner, I happened to glance over and notice damp Martha, as mentioned in my previous post.
Once she had a few minutes to dry off, she jumped up in uncle D's lap for a lovely evening snuggle. D&D had a cat up until a couple years ago, named Elvis, but haven't yet gotten back to a point of adopting a new cat, so they enjoyed the cat time. Meanwhile, my cousin L went off to sing with a music group (need to learn the name of the singing type again as it sounds like something my sister might like?).
The most we saw of George was a brief, shadowy passing and glance at the people in the room. Which is progress for him, actually.
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Date: 2024-09-26 03:30 pm (UTC)Nice to see Martha and your uncle--great pic--and lovely of your aunt with the tomatoes, too!
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Date: 2024-09-26 04:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-26 07:33 pm (UTC)