It is nice to be wrong sometimes. Like now. This is the basketful of tomatoes without end rot that I picked when we returned from vacation.
I picked more today but I am so thankful that it looks like I won't have to buy my tomatoes this year. The Romas are looking good as well as the others. My cabbage is growing well, I've got cantelope, and the mystery melon is looking good.
The kids are healthy, the dogs are good, Dolly Llama hasn't escaped in over an hour, and my new little sewing machine chugs along just fine.
Life is good. Life is great.