This post will contain much more mundane photos then the previous entries. As much as I would like to continue posting exciting trip photos I felt that I ought to give everyone an idea about what Gary and I do when we're at home besides reading and playing on the computer. We were particularly proud of our garden this year, especially when we thought we would have a gazillion tomatoes, so we did keep a little documentation as the year progressed. To those of you that could care less - please be patient - we will return you to regularly scheduled programming very soon.
The very beginnings of our little garden in late March/early April. Now we play the waiting game. If you look closely you can see Diego laying between the beds.

The garden in early June. The peas were blooming like crazy and the potatoes (behind the peas) are beginning to bloom as well.

Gary discovered that the tree under which we had sadly buried our dearly departed cats was a plum tree bearing plentiful and edible fruit. We made several forays to the tree and managed to escape without getting stung by the white-faced wasps that had made their home on one of the braches.

The fruits of our brief labor:

The finished product (not all of it). That's plum jam on the left and raspberry/blackberry preserves on the right. Yummy good!

Here are some of the Saucy variety toms that we were growing. Note the small patches of late blight on the stems. There were so many large green tomatoes coming on and we refused to admit defeat at first.

We started taking out affected plants. For a little while it looked like a few of the plants could be saved.

Our sadness is complete. We ripped out and discarded all of our precious tomato plants. On the upside we did learn quite a bit about growing toms on this side of the US. We'll try again next year. Now on to harvesting the potatoes.
We found a bag of old potatoes that we had forgotten about. They had all sprouted but were in varying states of decay. We decided to try to plant them anyway and managed to reap the benefits of forgetfullness. The Cranberry potato plants did not do as well as the banana but the ones that survived produced some lovely spuds. Delicious.

The Russian banana fingerling potatoes were quite prolific. The texture seemed different to me this year - a little denser. We should have done a little better job hilling them up - a few got exposed and went a little green. Still not a bad haul for a raised bed!

I thought that I would finish up with a visit with the dogs. It is hilarious to walk through the back fields with the dogs. The grass is so high that they have to leap through it like little deer. It doesn't stop them from chasing each other around and plowing through it though.

Gypsy always seems to look a little bit guilty. As likely as not she just finished doing something naughty and disgusting like slurping up one of the gut piles or partially eaten rodents that the cats love to leave on the doormat.

In short we have not been lollygagging since we moved here but have been, I'm sure you will agree, busy little:
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