I saw it coming, I could taste it, smell it and I was out battening down the hatches and thought it’s getting close – time to adjourn to Crusty’s Cavern and wait out the storm.
I guess it ran out of wind to propel it. I’m pretty sure it didn’t run out of dust after all this is Arizona. Oh Darn NOT!
What I have yet to see is much rain while a dust storm is going on – Would mud fall from the sky? Having the weird manner of contemplating such things as I’m blessed with, it’s probably a good thing I’m not meteorologist. (among many other things that I’m NOT)
There are a few awfully small tomatoes to pick. Small but as of my last sampling very tasty little tomatoes. That will be the last of this year’s crop. I will declare this year’s effort a success, certainly not due to the size or quantity of the product but certainly the taste. I suspect it’s time to work with the soil and fortify it again. I’m sure that most readers are tired of hearing my saga of two tomato plants but bare with me as NOW I can document my efforts to adjust and fortify the soil for next season. (chuckle) Seriously growing tomatoes in natural Arizona soil that have TASTE requires ______ , something but I still don’t know for sure what it is. I suspect that’s part of the romance of the effort. Especially now that Sherry isn’t here to enjoy the results.
It’s probably time for me to scrub down the shower as I wash off the dust that attached itself to my sweaty body during the limited dust storm. Yeah I think that’s a plan – for sooner rather than later.
Nighty Night
Good night, Daddy. I love you.
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