Thursday, July 20, 2017

No, Not My Tomatoes!

Earlier this year we had tomato plants come up volunteer in some of the worm farm soil I had placed in the dirt off our patio.  I wrote about this in this post.  The plants were flourishing when we left on our trip.  Granddaughter faithfully watered all the plants while we were gone on our cruise.  Everything looked as good as could be expected in the hot Texas summer.  Hubby gathered probably 40 tomatoes from the plants on Saturday.   The vines had that many more in various stages of growth and ripeness.  Blossoms at the end of stalks had promise of further crops.

This week we had returned to the routine of carrying about 8 gallons of water to the big container of tomatoes. I had put the other potted plants back outside the patio last Sunday.  More water was taken to all the other pots as well as the zinnias that had come up from seed and were blooming.  Zinnias love the Texas heat.  The tomatoes not quite so much but it looked like with some extra care they would continue to produce.  In picking tomatoes we found two developing cantaloupe from the previously not sure vines.

Yesterday afternoon Hubby noticed a lot of noise outside our apartment.  At first we thought it was just the construction trucks from the project north of the apartments.  As the Texas heat had us sitting behind closed blinds and curtains we were just guessing.   Upon opening the curtains we found a mini-excavator removing the current apartment landscaping.  The young man running the machine stopped it and came over to talk to us.  Since I had planted some bedding plants along with the various seeds we had flowers blooming.  He sadly informed us they would need to be removed.  He said is was a shame with how pretty they all were.  And we would have to remove the container with the tomatoes.  No, not my tomatoes!

He said they would not get to that area until Monday to give us time to move all our stuff.  Tomorrow our bonus Grandson will come over to help with the lifting and dirt removal.  I doubt we can save the tomatoes but I am going to try to save some of the zinnias.  Oh, well.  Such is life in a rented apartment.

Thanks fro stopping by for a visit.  Stay cool.


Sunday, July 16, 2017

Another Tour

We returned on July 13 around midnight from another adventure.  In April we had decided to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary with a trip to France.  With 2 for 1 staterooms and free airfare it seemed a good deal.  My youngest sister and her husband asked to accompany us on this little excursion.  With the decision being so last minute it took the work of an agent to get two staterooms on a cruise that would fit me sister's schedule.  Our schedule was more flexible with most of the grandchildren being with the other side of the family in July.

With an extension in Nice to add a little more to the trip we left on July 1 out of DFW.  This was the day following our actual anniversary, June 30.  We had been home only about 8 days from the sister time in Oklahoma so we had not even put away all the suitcases.  I mean why.  During those 8 days I mended and altered some new and some old things we would want to wear.  My tablet cover needed new supports sewn as the original ones had split. (I had made the tablet cover in 2013)  And I had 3 garments I wanted to get finished.

On Wednesday, June 28, Hubby walked in from going to the mailbox and declared the place to be a mess.  He was correct.  We had begun packing and gathering items as we thought of things.  Stuff like chargers, extension cords, passport holders, etc. covered the dining table.  Open suitcases filled with clothing, electronics and necessary items were littered across the floor and bedside settee.  The sewing and cutting had the bedroom and living room floors covered with bits of thread and fabric snippets.  The ironing board was in the middle of the floor as proper pressing is critical in sewing.  It was like a maze to get through our tiny apartment.

I had made attempts to get part of the cleaning done along with laundry.  Between hair appointments and mani/pedi appointments we each worked to get the place became a little more negotiable.  On Friday morning the sewing was done, bags were packed and carried to the car.  Hubby ran the vacuum while I policed the bathroom.  We would come home to a straight apartment with clean sheets and towels.  By noon June 30 we were in our Icie (the name we gave our little ice blue hybrid) heading for Dallas.

Traffic was light so we made good time for the trip.  Most folks on the road passed us as we tended to drive in the slow lane about 65 MPH.  The rest of the motorists ran about 75 to 80 MPH.  We like getting 45 miles per gallon more than driving faster.  We arrived as sister's home to find her running her list of things to pack.  Her hubby came home and the same thing was done with his stuff.  Since it was our real anniversary it became necessary for us to go out for dinner.

Back home and to bed by 1 AM.  The flight was not until 3:50 PM the next day so we decided to start adjusting our sleep to the 7 hour time difference.  Finally Saturday arrived and I began to let the excitement build.  The guys decided to go for two separate Uber drivers to the airport.  Calls were made, drivers arrived and the adventure began.

Thanks for stopping by today.  I plan to begin posting the account of the French escapade in daily posts.