Getting There

It feels like it has taken forever... and, well, in comparison with most other gardeners it HAS taken at least half of forever.

But the tomatoes are really and truly ripening at last.

At least some of them. Enough for a batch or two of salsa.

I'm afraid most of the kazillion bushes will remain green though.

Too bad I'm still stocked up on Green Tomato Chutney from last years' crop.

Methinks a hoop house is in our future.

Princess Dress

A certain someone received a hand-me-down Princess Dress not too long ago. Handmade with love for another little girl, who has now sadly grown too tall.

"Don't look at the seams!" We were told. "Its just an outside-play-dress!"

We didn't have to look at any seams. We didn't have a chance, actually.

No sooner was that Pink Swirly Concoction out of the bag, than it was on her body.

So fast, as a matter of fact, that she didn't bother to find out which was front and which was back.

But when it comes to Pink Swirly Princess Dresses, who really cares anyway?

The best part? She didn't choose a Disney Princess to emulate. Not my girl... "I'm Pwincess Weia! Get back Dark Bader!" Then she turned a pirouette and made a "balneria move", ending with invisible lightsaber in hand.

Fierce.

Anticipation

To help fuel the growing excitement in our household, I gave a little assignment to the kiddos: write a letter to your favorite Disney character, letting them know that you'll be visiting soon.

The 4 1/2 year old chose Snow White (even though she hasn't seen the movie yet). I thought her artistic rendering of her favorite princess was pretty amazing. Not to mention her letter formation... I gave no help with placement or penmanship, only guiding her letter choice to make sure it was at least readable.

The First Grader was planning to write his letter to Lightning McQueen, but changed his mind at the last minute.

 

When I asked why he had changed his mind, my sweet boy said, "Well, I thought maybe Mater didn't get as many fan letters as McQueen".

Awwww...

Please, world... let my little boy grow up to be just as sensitive to others' feelings when he's 16, 26, 36, 46... well... forever.

Changes

It would seem that Summer's hold has at last been broken.