It was with sadness this evening that the box of tomatoes (left) decided to move a few miles down the road to live with a new family.Wait. What am I saying. I was actually jumping with joy as I carried the 40-pound box to Carol's car.
I was even happy when she emailed me later tonight with the news they found their way into pint jars and had been pressured into a winter foodstuff.
Unfortunately, our county fair starts later this week for a nine-day run and Carol and her husband Dale have a booth, meaning no more of the red vermin will be heading south for almost a fortnight.
In the meantime, the aunts, uncles and cousins of these pesky fruit will be once again overflowing our kitchen, house and yard.
Oh, well. When SisIggy asks me to plant tomatoes next year, hopefully I will remember not to plant 40 plants. I am sure 10 will be enough.
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