I love days like today. Days when my little guy sleeps past 6:30 (ok, barely, but every minute counts). Days when I had the foresight to do the dinner dishes last night, and wake up to clean reasonably tidy kitchen. Days when I can spend the morning strolling around the farmers market while the baby stares bright-eyed at all the colorful produce and “big” kids running around, nary a peep coming from those slobbery little lips of his. Days when the afternoon is full of possibilities, none of which involve laundry (or maybe only a little laundry).
Today is one of those end of summer days that make me regret all the nasty things I said about this summer being too hot and dry and not conducive to growing a vegetable garden. Finding this big ‘ole bushel of tomatoes at the farmers’ market takes some of the sting out of the fact that my garden has yielded exactly ZERO tomatoes thus far. Continue reading








