Woke up thinking about my Dad the other day. And taking this picture is probably why:
Janeil penned this and it hangs on the wall in the room where Norma put it:
It's from a song Daddy would sing in his later years by one of his favorite artists, Tennessee Ernie Ford:
Gaily, Gaily, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
with carrots tasty,
big beefy tomatoes,
sweet cherry tomatoes,
hidden zucchini,
and five spaghetti squash
all in a boxed up row!
I love spaghetti squash, though not a favorite for anyone else in my former house. Expected to harvest the carrots late in the fall, like Daddy did, but I have a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't work out in a raised bed.
A month ago (10th N 400 E):
Hues courtesy of the August Tooele county fire.
Just above Bob and Ruth Schoell's old home (300 N 200 E).
Leaves starting to turn, fall is just around the bend!
