Reading Assignment, Etc.

First, read this.  Then come back and we’ll talk about it.

All done?  OK, thanks for coming back.   If you’ve ever lost significant weight (No, not five pounds to help your favorite jeans fit better.  You’re the only one who notices that.), you know what she’s talking about. Surprised expressions of congratulations that you should take as compliments end up feeling … very different than they were intended.

If you are lucky enough never to have been in those sweat pants, first count your blessings, then try to use this piece to understand why the last time you told someone how much better they looked now that they’ve lost weight ended with you getting a curious expression in return.

With that out of the way, let’s talk about peaches and tomatoes.  Yesterday Sprightly Daughter Number Two and I headed over to Garden Gate Nursery and picked up some farm supplies.  By which I mean three tomato plants and a peach tree.

I should note that in a surprising turn of events, Sprightly 2 didn’t even argue with me about coming along.  I asked if she or her sister would like to ride with me, fully expecting them to less-than-politely demur, as is the tradition, but she was totally into it.  We spent a lot longer at the nursery than I would have liked … looking at flowers and fountains … but I figured I owed her that much for being enthusiastic.

Previous forays into the world of backyard ag have taught me that there is nothing economical about growing one’s own, but there is something strangely satisfying about eating food you’ve grown on your own chunk of dirt.  Regardless, in addition to the existing tangerine tree, we now have tomatoes and peaches planted.  I’ve designated one section of the yard “The Grove” and another “The Orchard,” and hope to add another tree to each next weekend.  I’ll let you know how it turns out.

Thanks, as always, for reading.  If you regularly read Skipping Dessert posts at the blog address, you might consider clicking in that little box to your right that says, “Don’t Miss a Post!”  Several readers have done that, and they get every new post sent directly to their email inbox as soon as I click the “publish” button.  Also, don’t be shy about sharing Skipping Dessert with your friends.

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3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Amy on April 17, 2012 at 8:24 pm

    Just wanted you to know that we’re watching and waiting and haven’t given up.

    Reply

  2. ‘Shell here: Oh Harvey…where are you Harvey???

    Reply

  3. […] Dessert for the long-haul might remember that last Spring Sprightly Daughter Number Two and I planted a peach tree in the backyard (“The Orchard”).  Over the course of the long, hot summer, no matter how assiduously […]

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