I'm the gardener around here anytime the ripe tomatoes need to be picked. I've also been known, on occasion, to pick ones that aren't ripe, but who's counting?!
There were so many cute animals at the fair today! A goat tried to drink Mommy's coffee and it was all I could do to SQUEEEEEEZE my hand through the fences to pet the sheep and pigs.
My Papa went to heaven last Monday. This summer I got to play with Papa: at the playground, going for walks in the stroller, and playing playdough at Nana's kitchen table. Papa and Nana call me "Darling." I'll always be Papa's "Darling."