My daughter, Jerri, granddaughter, Lindsey, and I went to Tulsa this week to visit our good friend and my best buddy, Patricia Folley, in her fight for life in Hillcrest Hospital.
She was in Tulsa visiting her granddaughter, Amy, husband, Ryan, great-granddaughters Gracie and Penny, and grandson, David, when terrible pain in her stomach woke her up, causing a trip to the ER. I’m happy to announce that Pat is much better and is staying for a few days with her granddaughter, Amy.
I’ve ordered a heavy-duty rototiller to plow under the weedy garden space that I’ve not been able to prepare. Grandson Evan Davies will till the backyard area so that he and wife, Lindsey, and friends Stacey and Scott will each have a small plot on which to grow whatever they wish. So far, everyone seems to want to grow tomatoes and peppers or beans or mustard.
This year, I’m experimenting with a grafted tomato (it costs $6). Grafted together are a vigorous rootstock, which is resistant to many diseases, and nematodes with the zion.
Other types that I’ve chosen are several heirloom Cherokee Purple (my very favorite tomato ever, which was given to a pioneer family by a Cherokee Indian) and a hybrid Better Boy. None of the above are Gene Modified Organisms (GMOs), which I despise.
Let us all think good thoughts and hope no more hail or spring storms race across our prairies, gardens and farms, turning our lush gardens and corn into slimy green pulp.
Please get outdoors and enjoy the wonderful April sun and showers. I love what rain does to my hair, making it soft and curly. So long ’til next time.
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