|The other day I posted about my two little farmers.|
Today another of my farmer grandsons
visited and it was his turn to harvest.
(Notice my PISD stepping stone in my garden.
Thank you Debi and Jerry.)
|Look at that pretty red tomato.|
Up until just a few weeks ago, he
called them May-Mays. Who knows why?
It's kind of sad that he now knows
how to say tomato.
I really liked May-May.
|It looks ready to pick.|
|Look what I picked.|
|I think I'll just take a bite.|
|Yummy! This tastes good.|
|This was all that was left.|