It must be time for sock monkey movie reenactment trivia…
The prop is the key.
Not that there is anything wrong with that. The Plant Whisperer is no joke. Even though I’ve always loved gardening, the GrowDammit gardens will never aspire to what all she’s got going on. What I didn’t count on was that not only would I love to grow stuff, but I’d really enjoy “putting up” different concoctions made from the produce we’ve nurtured. Martha not only cans all manner of jellies and jams and the like, but she makes pretty good money selling it. I aspire to that. If anyone wants to know what to get Farmer Ted and I for Christmas, a restaurant with a commercial kitchen is on the list. Now, back to GrowDammit business…
This is probably a good time to blog that a couple of weeks ago we harvested everything we had growing in our summer garden.
Too bad that picture didn’t focus. Farmer Ted was wearing his Chef hat and wasn’t available to take pictures with the expensive assed camera.
We also managed to save seeds from our arugula and our rattlesnake beans.
Even though our peppers didn’t flourish this year, we got enough to make a few things with.
Our only real failure was the corn & pumpkins from our 3 Sisters Garden. The corn stalks were felled by the outer bands of the durecheo that moved through a few months back, and we aren’t sure why we never got any pumpkins?
Don’t worry, we aren’t done yet. For the fall we are going small w/ collards, swiss chard and brussel sprouts. I think we’ve outsmarted Thumper by planting those in places in the flower garden next to the house where summer flowers have died back. So far so good. We’ve learned in the past that bunny patrol is not Rufus Dragon’s strong suit.
We might be having way too much fun with this.
They are just as sick and twisted as I am.
We decided we might as well have a little fun if we have to keep him. The box did say we adopted him, so it wouldn’t be right to accidently lose him. Or something.
Our sock monkey will reenact movie scenes to amuse us.
And, don’t ask why we have the severed head of a toy horse. We just do.