Certain crops in the garden will be allowed to die a peaceful death, because I don't intend to water the whole garden. Priorities, you know. Tomatoes are king around here, and they will be spoiled rotten. Since the beets don't want to grow any bigger, I went ahead and pulled enough for a big pot of borscht.
my recipe from my Russian friend Meesha; it's so good that I have no desire to try anybody else's recipe.
I'm sure you can tell I am somewhat discouraged by the drought, but you know, this is Missouri. The weather could change at any time. There's always the possibility of a fall garden, and I have the planting schedule for that from the Missouri Extension Service. I will be watching closely so that I plant my fall garden at the proper times.
Our little town fair is coming up later this week. I have purchased twenty-five tickets for the big drawing, and I'm hoping I come up a winner; if I win the whole hog, I may throw a big party for all my Internet friends. If I win $100, you are all out of luck, because I am not sharing.
Cliff may drive his Oliver 1855 tractor in the parade Saturday.
The tractor we thought we were purchasing from a guy in St. Louis? He isn't answering his phone when Cliff tries to call, so perhaps he has decided to try and get a better offer. There's nothing lost on our end; we didn't give him any money. Cliff and I are both of a mind that if it is meant to be, it will happen. If not, we won't worry about it. Besides, I got a piece of possible good news this evening that makes a Craigslist tractor deal seem like small potatoes. It it works out, I will share the news with you.
If you haven't been checking in with my daughter's blog, she will start chemo on June 12. Cross your fingers, pray, do a rain dance... whatever you know to do that will send good karma her way, just go ahead and do it, please.
Over and out.
*update: We still have the 550 Oliver tractor; Cliff just got a phone call and the guy intends to deliver it tomorrow.