Some days I sit and think about what I should blog for the week. I do that. I'm a planner. So when Sunday or Wednesday arrives and I don't have a plan, I begin to panic a little. We're not talking major anxiety or racing heart rate, but there is a little moment of you did it again, Lyndi, now what are you going to do?! Sometimes this panic results in aimless ramblings or out of pure luck an inspiring blog-worthy idea will be produced (I have yet to determine which of these this post will turn into). On a good week, those inspiring ideas will just come to me randomly. I frantically search around me for a piece of paper or log into this blog and start drafts. I have a ton of drafts. I don't always go back to them. And I don't always keep them. They're attempts. And ideas. I look at them as balled up pieces of paper surrounding a virtual garbage can. They collect virtual dust. Sometimes they're worth un-crumbling and taking a second look at. But most times not.
And simply because every post is that much better with a picture, even the aimless ones (and I do believe this has turned into one of those), below are the first results of my tomato garden. I haven't seen Ricky running around, so there's a chance for great success with this year's harvest.
