My first crop of tomatoes from the potted plant we bought at the greenhouse early this summer. I am so excited. It has been YEARS since I've grown my own.
There's nothing like the taste of a home-grown tomato.
I used to carry a salt shaker out to my grandpa's tomato patch. I'd pick one, wipe it off, take a bite, sprinkle on some salt and ... enjoy. I'd eat them one after another. Probably too many to tell the truth. But...they were the very best. And I couldn't resist.
This past Saturday was a flurry of activity. The forecast for Mother's Day was rain, so we jam-packed in as many chores as we could on Saturday.
Let's see how many -ing words I can come up with:
Banking
Shopping for flowers
Cutting grass
Pulling weeds
Cleaning house
Planting flowers
Helping my little guy plant his "garden"
Wrapping birthday gifts
Attending birthday party
Asking the boys to behave with their makeshift swords (so as to not put anyone's eye out)
Watching my youngest son have fun with the tire that got punctured a few weeks ago
Here are some visual aids that go along with all the -ingy stuff above:
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