I have become crazy about my patio garden. Last night we had bad weather come through the area. There were warnings about heavy winds and golfball sized hail. I grabbed my best potted vegetables and dragged them inside to the laundry room for shelter.
Hail missed us.
I am nuts - fussing over my plants. If I start singing or playing Mozart for them, please, shove me in a straight jacket.
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I've unbuckled it, ready, as I type.
On the plus side, I did manage to survive four years of college in the middle of podunk, Iowa. If that didn't make me certifiable, little else will. Even tomatoes.
My squash plants are BLOOMING. And so are the cucumbers. I am feeling very green thumb-y.
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