Posted by on May 18, 2018 | 10 comments

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THAT BAD BIRDIE WAS IN MY FOUNTAIN AGAIN!  And look what he left behind!  No couth, that one.

Well, I don’t know what all this Friday business is about (maybe “to growl is feline“) but mama was LATE helping me do my blog so as I growl, I hope this finally reaches you, wherever that may be.  She spent all afternoon, well, from five on, transplanting her Super Sauce, Cherokee Purple and Chocolate Cherry tomatoes into bigger pots in hopes that in three weeks WHEN I AM DESERTED (!) the little plants will be big enough to be planted on their own next to their tee-pee supports.

Hey, hope springs eternal, whatever that is.

Will there be tomatoes or will there only be weeds when mama returns?

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We’re shootin’ for THESE.

I, for one, will do MY part (and you know what THAT is) to keep the garden fertilized and fed, heh, heh.

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