Home today from the Big Island, it appears that we missed the arrival of fall in Salt Lake. Despite the cooler weather, our little brood is doing well. The fine feathered ladies were tended by our neighbors and David while we were gone. They are growing, but yet to produce anything resembling an egg. And, while I try to entice them with visions of omelets and quiches, they are as yet unmoved.
Our garden is producing more tomatoes than even W and I can consume and so we having been dispensing them to friends, relatives, and even some lucky strangers.
My heirlooms are growing bigger than pug-heads out there and our cherry tomatoes have taken over part of our clotheslines. Maybe its all that fresh chicken-manure and hearty desert sunshine :)
