I have been a writing fool this evening, first about our Ty Cobbs and then a little more on the Paleo Indians in the Bend (and don’t miss the cute revelation of how Professor Anderson spends his time).
My neighbor and I went strolling around my garden and I gave her some cucumbers and we saw, laying in the dirt, a zucchini so ridiculously big it would have made even a drunk me blush. I also have a ton of beans on the one bean plant that has managed to live. And we’re going to have a shit ton of pumpkins.
Her tomatos are also out of control, so we bonded over that.
And then she marvelled at my pears.
Which is not a euphamism, though it would be awesome if it was! Ha.
Filed under: Gardening
pears. yeah! oh the things I can bake
how about planting a fig tree for me?
I so love that you’re informing Nashville residents what they possess in the Bend. It’s really a special place, historically speaking,
And that Anderson fellow sounds like a cutie, I like a man who knows his way around an atlatl.
I squeal every time I see your byline there, ma’am, because I know we’ll be wonderfully informed AND entertained. Plus, there’s often a local-dog-makes-astute-observation photo, which increases my joy tenfold.
I’m thinking you should start your own cottage industry with the garden. Aunt B’s Bounty. The logo could be a lovely smiling cartoon you, bending forward to display your peaches. And pears. And zucchini. And tomatoes.
For goodness sake, don’t touch me tomato.