With that in mind I'm sure Marge will enjoy the latest pepper episode.
It all started with the June 17th auction at Ed Pepper's Auction barn. We went of course not planning any big purchase but when offered a "flat" of pepper plants at a truly ridiculous price, well what do you expect? A "flat" turned out to be a total of 44 (at least) individual plants.
I scrounged up enough additional space to plant 24 of them and we took the rest to East Point and donated them to Greg and Angie's extensive garden.
They can grow almost anything.
While there we enjoyed a wonderful Father's Day dinner. Oh, did I mention the peppers were called Portugal Pepper and reportedly are quite hot.
Greg said they will progress from green to yellow and then red at the peak of heat. I'll let you know.
And I'm certain that there is more than one Marge in the suburbs surrounding Canton.
One of the highlights of this week's news is the return home for neighbor Brian Saunders who is attending school in Wisconsin and holding a job as a bus-driver as well. he told me he would be home for a month or so. We discussed bus driving and the weather in winter time in Wisconsin. Neither of which is a whole lot of fun.
It's obvious he has been very busy because he has not found time to shave.
One day last week I and two grandsons went to Hughesville to pick up an "Armoire" or as the dictionary states a large ornate cupboard. This along with a bunkbed purchased last month and stored in my garage. They have purchased a home in Wellsboro and will be moving in mid-July so the furniture will not be here long.
As anyone knows a garage will not expand as you jam more stuff into it.
This prompts a yard sale which couldn't come at a better time. I hope the Canton folks heading to Troy and the Troy folks heading to Canton will be going slow enough to see my signs.
When I was down back checking blackberry bushes one evening last week, I was deep in thought and when I turned my neighbor was about 10 feet away. The event really startled me and I told her I almost suffered a coronary. She came all the way across two backyards and I never saw her. It scared me so much I don't recall why she came over.
This next section is a bit of a safety advice. Many of my regular readers know I have a passion for old tractors. I have one in particular I am rather fond of. It has never failed to start and uses no oil and is a lot more fun to drive than a "Jayzee" or "Hover-Round".
In order to operate this you sort of mount it much like a horse but not as high. To get off you swing your leg up over the hood. Simple, right?
Now for the safety lesson. When one wants to get off the tractor just for a moment, do not, repeat, do not leave the tractor running in gear. When you swing your leg over the thing will immediately start to move and the flip-up seat designed to be flipped up to keep it dry will do that because the latch to hold the seat down had stopped functioning years ago. This was built long before safety switches were thought of.
I hung on as long as possible and had decided the best thing to do was just fall off and suffer the consequences of my stupidity. But that did not happen as I thought because my left leg became entangled in the steering wheel so the falling off part was delayed another 20 feet. When we did finally part ways the tractor putt-putted along until I managed to catch it. Believe me this was not as much fun as it sounds to you. Thankfully there were no witnesses.