Little Farmer

In a few hours of free time this afternoon, Reed and I decided to drive to a local farm and get some stakes for Reed's tomato plants.  We planted them about a month ago and they are super out of control because I keep forgetting to cage or stake them.  I am totally not a gardener, by the way.  I've tried over the past few years with gardens, I'm just not consistent.  My goal this year is small: Reed's three tomato plants in a small plant box.  I can do that, right?  Apparently not- I should've staked them weeks ago!

They are coming along really well, surprisingly, and I keep having to convince Reed to wait to pick them until then turn red.  I think he will be really excited once they turn red and he can eat them straight from the vine.  Like a rabbit.  Meanwhile, Oliver dug a hole (as usual), but I have to admit that this hole is exceptional.

Isn't that so impressive? On another note, look at these stakes they sold us!  I was like, holy moley- I think those are big enough!  Maybe a little too big for my little plant boxes, perhaps?  Just call me Farmer Becky.

At the farm, Reed also asked me to buy him a peach from the trays of colorful, beautiful fruit tables.  We bought one and I rinsed it off with water in my water bottle in the car (good enough for me) and asked him to eat it outside.  

I thought the fuzzy skin would bother him.

I was wrong!  I love it when that happens.
​Boy, do I love summer!