17 Sep 2012 2 Comments
Yesterday morning I strolled out to the garden, ready for a day of transplanting tomatoes and peppers. You may recall I started my seed trays a month or so back and now felt ready to settle the little darlings into their new home. The kids had their cousins over for a sleepover and I’d enlisted their help. Gardening is BIG fun for those kids without their own garden at home (though I was pleased to learn their public school has a garden). As we strolled down the rows, tomato trays in hand, we stopped short. There, in the middle of my perfectly lined walkway was a pile of mud. Looking further, we noticed the entire end of squash were washed out. I mean, seriously washed out.