First deck-garden tomato!

Isn’t he handsome?



It’s pride weekend in Minneapolis which means the quiet ladies next-door had their annual backyard rager. The kind of party we can hear through the walls. The kind of party that makes me feel old when I close the deck door so I don’t have to listen to “Don’t Stop Believing” one more time. I know I sound curmudgeonly but I think that’s just because I wish I’d been invited. Poor me.