Of course with all the rainy weather, blight showed up early. Cliff said somebody told him I should take the blighted leaves off as soon as they appear.
I'm pretty sure I remember trying that idea in the past to no avail, but since I have so few plants, what could it hurt? I'll let you know how it works out in the end. Those biggest tomatoes are already bigger than some tomatoes you can buy in the store, so I'm hoping for the best.
Yes, I'm still slacking as a blogger. I hope I'm not going to fizzle out completely, like so many have. Sunday before last, the day after our big concert by Ricky Skaggs, we went to Truman Lake Opry to see Gene Watson for the fourth or fifth time. As soon as he came out on stage and began singing, I could tell his voice wasn't as strong as usual, although he still sounded pretty good. "He's sick," I thought. Before long, he apologized that he was having a bit of a struggle with allergies. I'm thinking he was worse off than just "suffering from allergies". He looked sort of flushed, and just wasn't his old happy-acting self. Still, he was in the lobby afterward for autographs and pictures. "The show must go on."
Gene has a ridiculous tour schedule, especially considering he's my age. I get a kick out of his bass player, who stands in the background during their shows acting like he's having some sort of seizures or fits while he plays. I wish I had taken a brief video, but I thought I could come home and find a video of him on Youtube. Nope. That didn't happen. I had Cliff take a picture of me with him, but to look at him or talk to him, you'd think he was the quietest, most normal person you've ever seen.
|He doesn't even look like himself when he's not cavorting and twitching and clenching his teeth|
I have a great idea for another entry, so stay tuned for a shocking story soon to come.
Unfaithfully yours, (ha!)
PS: I'll try to get back to being a faithful blogger again.