The first year, my vegetables were entered it was a surprise to even me. My took them without telling me. We went to the fair; browsing in the entrys I noticed that a jar of tomatoes looked like mine.
They were, mine. Now this was love. In all the years I have only one blue ribbon. These are from years past. This year I got one third. Crazy thing the women that took my entry, had thirty-eight. I want to be her friend.