row, row, row

Tomatoes, Paula Kovarik

Doing my Betsy Ross thing today I am reminded of when we were tomato farmers and we looked down the rows and rows of tomatoes that had to be staked, tied, and hoed each day, every day for the season. And then, when the harvest came in, we packed them into those neat little boxes of perfect pecks of #1 greens (with a hint of pink) for the market. We toiled and toiled on row after row.

Stitching is so much easier.

Yep, still lovin that raggedy back.

always have to be a little different

We harvested some of our first tomatoes on Sunday. That large one on the left is called a Mortgage Lifter (named by the farmer who developed the breed who claimed that they saved him from losing his farm) and the two smaller ones are delicious Cherokee Purples. Had to laugh at the guy in the front though. It has a cupie-doll insolence that delights.