Sunday, August 21, 2005
Caretaker?
It was good for returning yesterday to my own bed at night. I have contracted a sore throat and the support of the main cold, and so I remained homemade today from work.
What wonderful sluggish day. I mean, he was not so wonderful, because I am genuine disease. But he was great to be so idle. And it takes such long siestas. I just finish also taking a little while the work in the garden.
As you can see, the pumpkin finishes. This is as great as it will obtain. Size of beísbol with soft-classified ball. The grapevine is dead. The thing is orange. It is a deception that this pumpkin did not grow greater. But I will pull him from the Earth soon and we will see how long hard. Perhaps it will last to Halloween?
Guessed right on the other hand they were violently my tomatos. I have taken to another hornada of the orange tomatos of cherry inside for the supper this evening. I think a trip to Trader Joe to buy that famous “salad for one" and repeat my success of the other week.
Unfortunately, the dusty white fungus, that marchitó early my plants of the pumpkin, has attacked my tomatos completely now. The man in the quarter of children said to me that he would not damage the fruit, only the leaves. I have chosen so against the fungicida this time around. He is very ugly, but if the fruit mature, I will be happy.
The great thing that I lack is a scale. My grandmother would register every year her production of which she grew. Tomatos. Oranges. Pomelos. I must really make equal. The next year, I will make sure that it has a scale.
In the subject of my life of the love, déjeme to only say that I learned of another old lover who got contracted the last week. And whereas it awhile had fantastic with the Stroma, I am safer than that one it cannot always last.
