Last weekend I harvested all the tomatoes that had survived the Great Garden Neglect of 2012 before Hubby pulled out the plants for me. Save for a few that were eaten right away, I blanched them to remove the peels, put them in quart freezer bags to enjoy when the heat of summer is but a distant memory. I'm not ready to be done with a garden though. Our climate is mild enough that we can try again. This Beefsteak beauty holds the promise of vine ripened tomatoes from our backyard when Thanksgiving and Christmas roll around.
Looks like I am going to have a gardening assistant. A little background - I told Hubby when we lost Daisy that I was done having a doggy. DONE! Loving and losing was just too hard. I instructed him that NO MATTER WHAT I did or said - he was to remind me of my resolve. Happily, both he and I have failed miserably in trying to keep that resolve.
Larkin Calliope Estelle
will be joining our family next weekend. She already has a name tag, collar, leash, bed, toys, snacks, food waiting for her. As well as enrollment in her first puppy kindergarten class the following week. Call us suckers . . . . but the daily drear that has gone on here makes for a bleak outlook on life without the pitter patter of puppy paws,
This photo of Daisy telling Santa what she wanted for Christmas arrived in our mailbox today with a card from Santa (and his helpers) at the place where Daisy went to K9 camp each week. Daisy is missed by everyone there . . . . looks like Larkin has some big paw prints to fill. I am sure she will do so with grace and lots of snuggles.