As God As My Witness...

I shall never go hungry again.

I pulled up my first carrot last week. Unlike Miss Scarlet, I did not vomit. But in her defense it wasn't a rotten carrot nor had Sherman just blasted through my town.

The dill crisis was abated for the time being, thanks to Skip down in Alewife Cove. Prior to Skip's rescue, it was looking rather grim. I had gone to the Farmer's Market in the morning - literally 20 minutes after it had opened - and you'd think that I was at Toys R Us on Christmas Eve looking for the last Princess Unicorn ("Her horn will pierce the sky!"). Everyone was frantic for dill and there wasn't a single sprig to be found it had all sold immediately. That will teach me to enjoy my leisurely drive to the market. I need to put my armor and go to battle! Next, year I will solve this issue by planting my own dill.

Tomatoes are starting to turn red and we've had a couple of early ones. The corn is almost ready - a couple more weeks. I planted broccoli which will be ready in either 40 or 60 days depending on the variety.

The real story, however, has been the rain. We haven't had a single day of rain this summer - which is GREAT for outdoor activities and feelin' some summatime. BUT for the plants, grass, and flowers, it has been a struggle. It seemed as though each and EVERY thunderstorm that went through missed us only by a mile or two. BUT finally, last night at around 7 PM we were in the t'storm's path. We had two 10 minute downpours. Not the soaking rain that we'd like but beggars can't be choosers and I was begging. I think the potatoes say THANK YOU!