Who? Me? Dig Potatoes?? Why, I wouldn’t do that.

Back in April, I had a post on here about planting potatoes. I think at the time I said that if I could keep the potato bugs, the japanese beetles and Susie out of the garden, the potatoes would have a chance to grow to maturity. 

Susie has the curiousity of a dozen cats and she can’t bear to just let those potatoes grow underground without checking to see how they’re doing. For years, I’ve cautioned her against digging them up before they’re ready but to no avail. This year, she swore on her mother’s grave that she would leave them alone until September. Yesterday, I came outside and here’s what I saw.

Her mother’s grave, my eye!!

Hey, Tennessee Ernie. It’s another peapicker.

I got my camera back from the shop after a six week hiatus and I was in the garden area when it was delivered. Needing to try it out, I looked around and spied a pea picker down by the asparagus.

I just need a few, grandpa.

 

A handful of peas in the pod will take care of any hunger pangs.

Okay. Enough with the vacation.

I have not had a post on here since May. My original plan was to take the summer off from blogging and  just try to adapt to a new social communication technology – FaceBook. It’s already been superseded by twitter which I am sure will be replaced soon by something else trendy.

I have found that I am much more comfortable with my oldfashioned weblog.  I missed some stuff while I was figuring this out. A lot has happened in the past month; the flurry of publicity surrounding Susan Boyle, the passing of Michael Jackson, the revelation that he was in debt to the tune of a half Billion dollars, Evander Holyfield about to lose his 109 room mansion because of child support for up to eleven children (apparently, the exact number isn’t known), a second season of Wipeout is on the tube, digital television arrived and my garden is growing by leaps and bounds. I didn’t comment on any of this.

Then on June 6th, our 45th wedding anniversary, something really terrible happened. My sister, Vera, died in her sleep. I considered saying something about that on my FaceBook page but FB doesn’t lend itself well to serious subjects since it mostly consists of lighthearted banter. I finally decided yesterday that I would get back to my weblog. I suppose all the people who have visited it in the past have quit stopping by but maybe in time, all seven of them will come my way again.

I am still going to have the problem of daily access because we are spending most of our time at the barn where there is no Internet. I can go to the library but that’s a bit of trouble. Incidentally, I could not access FaceBook at the Library. I have no idea why but it’s of little concern.