I woke up Thursday realizing I had no plan for the day. I always have a plan. Yikes. The only think I needed to make was a nice home cooked dinner and deliver some to Dad for his 87th birthday. It all depended on if the chickens gave me more eggs too. I had to flour and pepper my pumpkins due to the excess of bugs. I am sad too. Only 2 jack'o lantern pumpkins on them, and no pie pumpkins (a few blossoms, but they look terrible). If we ever have another wet spring like we did, I will not plant our garden. It's so big and wide that I can't get the weeds caught up either (due to rain). It's been a huge issue, and now faces us with the cost of putting in raised beds (so I can plant and weed no matter what), or move the entire garden, or reduce it's size. As for the tomatoes, the weather is now cooling down, and they don't like that, so I'm going to salvage any green ones and start ripping them out. Yeah, not gonna plant a garden late ever again. ...
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