Friday, July 31, 2009

No, tomatoes are not balls...

I don't know what happened in Indiana this week, but I'm suddenly swimming in vegetables. I came home from a three-day trip to find my garden overflowing with tomatoes, beans and onions ready to be picked. (The weeds went crazy too, but that is another story.)

So I set to work, and picked a mixing bowl filled with beans, probably a dozen onions and more Romas than I know what to do with.

And, then, from the corner of my eye, my littlest helper started picking his own tomatoes. And not the ripe ones. Then tossing them around. "Ball!" he announced.

Before I could stop him, we had a half-dozen "balls" decorating my lawn. Ugh. It's an occupational hazzard of gardening. Guess I've got some spaghetti sauce to start up!

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