Tomatoes officially planted. Besides the usuals (Early Girl, Better Boy), the Franciscans had some heirloom toms for sale too: with cool names like Boxcar Willie & Mortgage Killer (what on earth?). And a grape tomato variety for the little guys: Sweet Olive.
Each year there is a new creepy-crawly experience when I dig my beds. Two years ago it was cicada grubs eyeing me with their big red orbs. Last year it was baby snakes. This year it was big furry underground black spiders and their egg sacks. Tonight I'll probably have a cumulative attack of the heebie-jeebies. I did it for the gazpacho.
My daughter has a little garden patch, too. Strawberries and flowering herbs of various kinds. She is very mad at me for deciding to plant the pennyroyal in front of the house instead of giving it to her (theoretically it repels bugs, and she doesn't like those spiders, either).
