The Scientist and I had a nearly perfect day yesterday. With clear skies and the temperature in the mid-70s, we spent most of the day outside, weeding the beds, planting tomatoes, and replacing all of the plants that froze during our unusually cold weather this year. I'm so happy to see life and color in those beds again. We enjoyed the company of two happy, well-behaved dogs all afternoon. We grilled Elgin hot sausage and lovely pastured pork chops from Yonder Way Farm, then cleaned up and went downtown to the ballet, where we received a seating upgrade and--for the first and probably the last time--sat in a loge box, just like the rich folks. And indeed we are rich, in every way that matters.
However, two blocks away from our home, a family in our neighborhood has been living their worst nightmare: their Marine son was killed in Afghanistan earlier this week. Our peaceful little day seems meaningless beside what this family is suffering. I have no profound comments on the nature of war; I just grieve for the death of this young man and so many like him. Please remember his family in prayer.
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OK, so I got to admit I read planting tomatoes and I got a surge of anger to you southern folk, OK so now I will read the rest...
thoughts and prayers
And this is even stranger: by July it is so hot here at night that the tomatoes stop setting fruit. So our homegrown tomato season, at least in this part of Texas, is over by midsummer--before a lot of nonsoutherners have picked their first tomato!
we were in Houston last weekend and I was amazed at how much more Spring y'all have than we have here - still a bit too cool out. we are planting tomatoes, onions, etc this week also - but not much else yet
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