My foot is just a little sore, but the rapid descent into the window well was a jolt and later I felt my muscles tingling here and there with a questioning whisper: What happened! Yes, apparently, orange is the color of befuddled muscle thoughts – who knew?
So today, Der Bingle and I did a little tomato propping-up and weed pulling. We need all those little green tomatoes to think RED.
I have been sitting here daydreaming so I guess it is time to push publish. (Something about that old saying: S__t, or get off the pot.)