Mim's husband Bob is a gardener and it shows. I love their place. Their end of the valley is at a higher elevation and they are on the side of Peterson Mountain, which means the sun sets earlier for them. Whatever the reasons, it's lovely.
He plants his tomatoes in black pots and then stakes them. He says the black pots help to heat the roots. I don't know about that but I can't argue with success. I came home with two handfuls of these delightful red orbs. They don't have problems with rodents eating the fruit- they have Jo Beth, the Jack Russell Terrorist.
If Bob ever needs a referral for a potential client, he need only show them his own yard. It's like a park. It was on Mim's deck in May 2001 that I fell in love with this valley.
I told Mim that after I retired, I was going to come over one day to spin with her on the deck. This is the first time that I've finally done it and I don't want it to be so long before I do it again. You can see Jo Beth behind the blue bag. She's never far from Mim. Becky stayed over one more day after the fair so that we all could spend some time together. We would have had more time if I hadn't had that dental appointment.
This is our view from the deck. You can see why I fell in love. Jake is on guard.
And this is what I brought home from the fair. Charlie likes it.
Dejá vu in skies and eyes
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