tomatoes are really coming to the front. we worry that they might grow too much in these little pots before it is time to plant in the earth
kassi loves pink. this is her favorite for today.
this is the view of across the street into mikes forest. tabitha and the kids went for an adventure into the springy wood. the *redbuds* are aflame across all of these ozarks.
tristans forest harvest. "curlydog" as he like to call it.
you can almost see into kassi's future in this photo. a girl or a woman?
TOLY, if i have told you once i have told you a thousand times--"five month old babys dont crawl"
tristan is teaching himself to write. he has managed to learn how to sound things out.
DAD
TRISTAN
OMELAY
TOLY
KASSI
MOMMY
yummy dogwoods, they look like popcorn floating in the back yard flowing to the ravine
one of my little piles of wood in the shady pasture.
5 comments:
Every dad is proud of his kids, but wow, you've got a lot to be proud of. Seems like I've watched Tristan grow from a baby to a boy. (Oh, and I'm glad the camera is back in order. Thanx.)
pablo
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when you plant the tomatoes, just hill the dirt up the stems, they will grow roots on it and be even more strong.
sage feels shown up by toly so he's been attempting to crawl lately. he gets up in a push up position on his toes and hands and then rocks.
Those tomatoes look fantastic and the kids are beyond adorable... Toly's blue eyes! Love Tristan's haircut and Kassi's sweet demeanor (on camera anyway!).
Your tomato seedlings look great! Mine have gotten terribly leggy. What is your secret?
pablo, thanks for your continuous support. from what i can gather between the lines at R.R. you have a lot to be proud of also.
tansy, i was just reading somewhere, there have been studies showing that tomatoes deeply transplanted past their first set of *true* leaves perform markedly better--we are going to try it this year. tolys every motivation is in attempt to get into the fray with tristan and kassi. when they are screeching around they frequently stop directly in his face and coo at him then screech off again. it almost kills toly that he can't run after them. he has leapt off the bed several times after them and just kept going. no stopping to cry, just every molecule in his little body trying to catch them. it sounds cute but it is hard to watch sometimes.
gracious acres, thank you. my lame description of our days and attempts at photos pale in comparison to the real life exploits around here.
christy, no real secret, probably luck. although, the facts and focus are as follows. heirloom seeds, lots of light for twelve hours per day (fluorescents at 4" above plants--raise the light as they grow), fish emulsion 1/2 strength from the bottles suggestion and tabithas green thumb. the later probably is the real secret.
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