There is one lone tomato on the Topsy Turvey vine planter.
It has been so terrible hot that our little vegetables in back of the shed (unseen here) have suffered greatly. And although the cucumber vine is beautiful, each new little cucumber shrivels and dies. But at least we had our one monster one-ha!
Ever since I was a little girl I loved the rain! I couldn't wait to don rubber boots and an umbrella to take a walk around the block. I loved the smell of the rain on the hot sidewalk and the quietness...
In summer when it was really hot, my father let my brother and I put on bathing suits and run in the rain if there was not too much thunder and lightening. He would tell us, "just don't touch metal" - ha! That was the best. We were very poor when we were small and envied our friends who went to the lake in their parent's car or had little pools in their yard. My older sister would fill the washtub with ice cold water and we would jump in and out freezing our ankles but cooling off! We had no car due to my father's handicap and my Mom never drove. Once in a great while, Mama would take us on the bus to the Lake and it was such a treat! She would let us swim or wade in the shallow, clear lake water and then we would walk around the "island" where there were miniature boat rides in a circle, a little train that ran on tracks and a midway with games. The Park is still there on the Lake in our hometown but the games and rides are long gone. I treasure the memories that are kept alive by my brother who writes and publishes O'Hearn's Histories in Auburn, New York. If you are from Central New York, you must visit and stroll down memory lane with this wonderful monthly paper. Link is: http://ohearnshistories.com/