Well, I've been musing over my tomatoes, and I've come to this conclusion: The year of the cicadas is a bad year for tomatoes. The good side of that is, there's thirteen years to the next bad year for tomatos. Considering my old guy age, I probably won't have another bad tomato year, if it's really the cicadas fault.
Now my garlic, thats something to talk about,
Big bulbs and big flavor, and every one came up.
I've read and heard that this year’s tomatoes didn't do so well, does anyone have an idea why? Was the weather screwy? Well, yeah it was screwy. It seems that it still is.
I've been trying to get out and get things done, but it's been way too hot, so like all of us, I do a little in the morning, a little in the evening and fall way behind the rest of the time. I get up before 5 a.m.
I'm outside by 6 a.m., and back in the house, five gallons of sweat lighter by 10 a.m., then from 10 a.m. until 5 p.m. I put 5 gallons of water, tea, and lemonaid back in me, then go out for as long as I can see, while only losing two gallons of sweat, and tea - oh yeah, and lemonade.
My back is finally feeling good, my ditch is under control, and the world is still going to pieces. I guess two out of three ain't bad!
Did you notice all the arrests made this past week? Sheriff Ray is keeping his people busy.
I still firmly believe that he needs more help!
When I was a kid I remember there being an organisation called The Police Auxiliary.
They were young folks not quite old enough to join the force, but old enough to ride patrols with an expeienced officer, and learn the ropes a police officer has to deal with, kind of like the ROTC is for the military.
They wern't paid, but uniforms were partly paid for, and the training and experience was worth more than money, but that was when I was young.
I wonder if something like that would work for Sheriff Ray?
I'm sure you've had enough of me today, so, I'll leave you with this thought; eating fresh is best, getting exersize is sweaty, more police are necessary, and with God on your side you can't go wrong! See-ya next week.
The year was bad for tomatoes
Musings of an old guy

