These two. George is so very patient with this baby. He allows tugs, pulls, dragging, body slamming, attempts at riding. “Gentle touch” may be the number one uttered phrase in our household. Someday he may learn to be soft towards our house animal. For now, it is endless squeals and slams and ear tugging. George, in some ways, seems very pleased to be given the attention. I’ve even seen the guy head butt Oren in the throws of affection, as if to say, “okay baby, you are one of us after all”.
In other news, our garden is thriving and struggling all at once. We have a completely shriveled but still green and supple tomato plant. Another tomato plant is beginning to die from the bottom up. And a third tomato plant that is doing very well. Our basil is bushing out so fully, I have visions of pesto in the freezer for this winter when a taste of summer is called for. We have some moon and stars melon that is sprawling wonderfully and beginning to flower. Turnips almost ready to come up. We are learning so much, this our first year cultivating beginning to end.
Today in craft land I’ve got some infant body suits that steeped in a dye bath of turmeric over night. The difference in cottons has yielded a lovely array of yellows from a deep goldenrod to light marigold yellow. They are awaiting some appliqué.