Hello Friends.
All good things must come to an end, and that time has come. For everything there is a season. MOM is sad about this, me too.
See my sad face?
It was the day that the garden needed to be pulled up and tilled up.
Bye Bye Tomatoes
The corn was gone a little while back. But the pumpkins are everywhere.
Here are some of the squash, acorn, and what I call the alien pod squash. And the pumpkins we will use in mid October for our big fundraiser for our local Veteran's Home. We have a big Chili
Cook Off and a 5K run/1 Mile walk. All kinds of fun stuff for little kids to do, including a big giant sling thing that the kids can fling small pumpkins and small bag of flour at targets out in the alfalfa field. Oh and the blood truck comes and people willingly give up their blood to help others. It is tons of fun!
There is Mr. Steve with his faithful tiller.
This is the big pile that we will compost to make beautiful soil for next year.
I am taking a moment to give thanks for all this land provided to so many. Not only the peeps at my church, but the hundreds of pounds of food for St. Annes Homeless Center and also lots and lots of veggies to a local retirement community. Those senior ladies were so happy to get so much stuff that they could can. MOM heard that they really missed canning but they did not have a garden for the veggies or the funds for the canning stuff. So I told MOM we should help. And we did. We dropped off lots of the stuff from the garden along with all the canning supplies they needed. They were all smiles, so were we.
Until next season beautiful garden.
After we were done MOM and I went home to our garden. But we are going to keep our home garden up for a bit longer. So what did we do you might ask.
We watched football. Normally I sleep through most of a football game.
But my MOM was making such noise during this game I could not sleep. The guys playing were Volunteers and Bulldogs. I naturally thought we were cheering for the Bulldogs. But MOM informed me that we were cheering for the Underdogs, which I guess were Volunteers. I found this all very confusing.
Apparently that there is a Volunteer underdog, not a Bulldog. And that is who we want to win. Why? I DO NOT KNOW. I stopped asking questions and eventually I went to the couch, told MOM to wake me for dinner and then I put my head under a pillow and went to sleep.
Later that night MOM and I had our own game of foot-ball.
I think this should be a holding call on MOM.
Blessings,
Goose