The Crazy Begins for Cubby

It rained pretty hard most of yesterday, which meant Cubby and I spent quite a bit of quality time in the four rooms. When the rain stopped and the sun came out around three in the afternoon, we hightailed it outside.

I noticed Penny the hen hanging around in the garden near the hay barn, so Cubby and I went into the garden to see if she had laid an egg in her spot. She hadn't. But while we were in there, I decided to pull some more pigweed, since it's starting to go to seed and I really don't need MORE pigweed in the garden.

Pulling pigweed is an ongoing chore, one that has been neglected in the past month or so because the lack of rain has made the ground so hard that those damned weeds will not let go of their hold in the earth. Whenever I would try to pull one up, it would inevitably break off and then sprout more stalks from the one root, like some kind of botanical Hydra.

Hate pigweed.

ANYWAY.

There were many large, stubborn pigweeds that were finally pullable thanks to the rain, so Cubby and I wandered around and I pulled weeds while he . . . did whatever it is he does. Mostly fall down, actually, since the garden is pretty uneven and full of pitfalls like potato vines and row cover.

We eventually made it over by the tomatoes, where I decided maybe Cubby would like a Stupice tomato to eat. They're pretty small, just about his size, so I thought it might be a good before-dinner snack. I wasn't sure if he would really enjoy eating a whole raw tomato, as he hasn't had much experience with them in his short life. But I figured he could try one, anyway.

Yeah. He ate four. It appears the Tomato Crazy is genetic.

That's my boy.