Todd, the farmer!
This is me and my husband Todd. I really don't deserve to be in this picture because I have nothing to do with growing anything but children.
Todd is not really a farmer. He just plays one on the weekends.
Don't laugh, but here's our back 40, as the farmers say.
Yes, our little farm is on an old coffee table.
There's a reason for that.
Here it is.
Tanner is a retriever, which means supposedly he loves to retrieve. Birds. From ponds and lakes and rivers.
There is no reason that I know of for why he likes to dig in freshly turned soil. Maybe he's a farming retriever, trying to retrieve roots or vegetables or baby seedlings that a hard working part- time farmer has lovingly planted.
Tanner loves to dig and dig and dig and get the mud between his doggy toes, and then run in the house and jump on our couch.
That is why we have to farm on a table.
Yes, we know we will have to water a lot. Many people (every person who has walked into our back yard) have told us that. We, I mean Todd, has been doing that and look at how much it's grown in just a few days!
So far Tanner has not bothered it, although he has bothered our tiny herb garden. He likes Lemon Thyme the best.
Just ignore Flat Stanley there. If you have elementary school aged children, you probably know who Flat Stanley is. My sweet niece Susanna sent him to us. He goes on adventures with us, and we take pictures and send them to her class. Last week Flat Stanley almost got more adventure than he bargained for.
Tanner almost ate Flat Stanley.
But for now he will settle for Lemon Thyme. It's not a bad sacrifice. He leaves the tomatoes and peppers alone, and I don't really know what to do with lemon thyme anyway.
It keeps Farmer Todd happy, and it's done wonders for Tanner's doggy breath.
9 comments:
Tanner is a cutie! I have a golden retriever. Aren't they just the best! Ingenious way to grow stuff!
Manuela
Must. Plant. Lemon Thyme.
We have spray for our doggy's breath. Minty. All-natural. She hates it.
So happy you stopped by my blog. Thanks so much for the kind comments. I am delighted to find your blog and looking forward to reading more of posts.
I agree herb breath is much better than doggy breath or, even, flat Stanley breath.
Flat Stanley! I don't have kids so I was thinking he was a miniature scarecrow to frighten off Tanner.
It must be nice to have a dog that was bred for something useful. I have a Chihuahua and they have been bred to sit on your lap and look cute.
If I drop a piece of food on the floor he can't even find it. I have to point it out.
I dunno, maybe lemon thyme would be good seafood seasoning?
Glad you're keeping FS safe. Susanna is thrilled with the pictures so far!
you are a hoot and make me smile. We need to get Todd a tiny rake and hoe. Susie
Y'all are too funny!
And yes, Todd needs a miniature rake and hoe. I doubt he'd pose for that picture!
Todd is a smart man
I planted a garden a couple years ago. Spent a small fortune, worked like a maniac, even put up a little fence. The tomato plants got to be about 6 feet tall. I was an idiot.
Our property backs up to a nature preserve. It is a jungle - really. So thick you can't walk into it, let alone through it. Lots of scary beasties live there & they all loved my garden. It was the midnight version of a Burger King drive thru for critters.
I yanked it all out midseason, never got the chance to pick a thing. Now it's all sod (& that's another story).
Oh, we've had Flat Stanley around here too over the years. We have photos of him in the red telephone booths of London (not sure they still have those...) back in the day. Good times!!!
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