Summer is hot in Georgia but that means that can produce some powerful thunderstorms. Every night this week, I have been limited in my time at the computer since with the storms I have had to unplug electrical devices. Not as much time have I been able to spend on blogging. I am so out of it that beginning to sound like Yoda I am. Please forgive me, that is what happens when I can't read all of your lovely blogs and I know everyone must be in mourning not seeing my comments! What are you all doing with yourselves, writing sorrowful tunes and singing the blues? Never mind, listen to this song by Ralph McTell and it will cheer you up, I promise! I have written of Ralph McTell before, he is from Croydon, England, which is the birthplace of someone who isn't famous, but should be, and that would be my husband, Richard. He can play this song on the guitar and sing it too and he is really, really good! If any of you in England actually know Ralph McTell, or ever see him in person, would you please tell him to visit the USA and do a concert? My husband really misses him. Thank you!
This photo was from July of last year and all of this was given to me by my Dad and doesn't it look so good? He didn't have as many tomatoes this year and they were smaller (we have had a severe drought) but when I sliced them, they were perfectly ripe, ruby-red and delicious. Nothing is as good as fresh tomatoes from the garden, from the garden of someone who gives them to you with love.