Wheezer!

Okay, something strange happens to me this time of year.

I keep looking out the window and checking the weather channel.

Searching for that first bud of springtime.

I get all jittery, and start to twitch, my fingers eager to sink themselves in to moist dark soil and make something grow!

Yes, I turn into Wheezer from the movie Steel Magnolias!

You know, the Wheezer that grows tomatoes, because "That's what old Southern ladies do, we wear funny hats and we grow tomatoes!"


(Funny hat!)


(Tomatoes!)


I am not sure how old I actually was, when this phenomenon started, I just know that it has been this way for a few years now.

I tirelessly work the dirt, compost and manure together to create a rich, plant loving environment. Every muscle is strained, it takes me two days, and I smell like, well cow poop!

I love every minute of it!

I try to do this loving chore on a weekend El Jeffe is out with his golf buddies. Mainly, because I don't want instructions on why I am doing it wrong, I just want to enjoy it!

Besides, I already have a "supervisor"!




So my tomatoes are planted and I am anxiously awaiting the first little peep of a green tomato baby. I am watering and fussing over them daily, looking forward to those wonderful, big, red, juicy, home-grown tomatoes!

And Yes, I have taken a shower!