Holy cow I miss the girls. Seems like everything I do reminds me of them. They were so much a part of my life.
Picked more tomatos last night. Those bushes are so full that they sag to the ground. Sent another dozen home with Grandpa and Wade took a bag to work today. All the rain I guess has them producing tons this year. Some black-eye peas are already ready too. Megan would eat those tomatos off the bush so there are happy memories out there too.