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!
Boy, do I love summer!