This morning I picked my last strawberry of the season. There are few things that rival the taste of a sun-warmed, home-grown, ripe, organic strawberry. Yum. I also picked possibly the only raspberry I'll get from my feeble raspberry plants. It seems they need a lot more sun than they are getting. So it goes.
In other garden news, the plants in my hoop greenhouse have officially reached jungle phase. I have tomato plants touching the roof, nasturtiums climbing everywhere, lots of bees buzzing, and endless culinary herbs and veggies all reaching for the sky. It's sort of amazing. If I can manage to not kill the tomatoes before they ripen, I'll have quite a haul.
This week, I also managed to kill my color printer again. Apparently, it doesn't like deadlines. Give it a tough project and it generally responds by dying. It is so NOT a team player.
On this project, it was starting to run out of ink, so I changed the color cartridge. Then it started flashing a little light to indicate there is a "cartridge problem." So I put the old cartridge back in. It now appears that any cartridge is a problem. And it won't shut up about it. It can't be turned off because it really wants me to see that flashing light.
So, I unplugged it. As Scarlett O'Hara would say, "I'll think about that tomorrow." |
