We planted the tomatoes this morning, before breakfast. GrandBaby Girl arrived in her pajamas, and when her Daddy offered to help her Ganner get all the tomato plants into the pots, she was ready to get out there in the dirt.
We've had SUCH excessive rain that the entire downstairs has been a swamp, with getting out the shop vac and the blowers, putting down great squares of rubber-backed carpet for the little one to walk on, etc. So the sun today was a welcome change, and we dug in the dirt for a bit. Sweetpea and her little snub-nosed green watering can christened each plant with a tiny sprinkle, and then we came in for breakfast.
We got all washed up, and while I was getting everything ready for the table, I set the plate of strawberries on, and handed her the shaker of powdered sugar.
"Sprinkle a little of this all over the strawberries," I said. "You're a GOOD helper when I cook."
And she did her part, with a little neat (comparatively speaking) snowfall of white in clumps and scatters across the plate.
When we all sat down, we noticed that each and every strawberry had a teensy nip taken out of the end. Cook's Treat.
Can't wait for Summer---she REALLY likes tomatoes.