Occasionally I'm here too. Just lurking, learning and being entertained. I've not had a garden the past 2 summers but am planning to have a small, but nice one this year. I hope at least some of my good 'older' tomato seeds will germinate for me, since I acquired such a nice collection. I'm planning to start seeds quite early to allow time for starting more later in case of bad or 'no' germination. Back in 2009 I developed an addiction to collecting, growing and exhibiting daffodils and now have about 1000 different named cultivars and add to them each fall. There are approximately 25,000 known named cultivars, so collecting them will keep me busy for quite a while. Maybe some tomato lovers would like to attend a daffodil show (or two) if there is a show nearby. See link below. I'm planning on hitting at least 5 shows (maybe more) so maybe I'll see you there. Sue Here is a link that might be useful: 2013 Daffodil Events & Show Calendar

When I first saw this title, my first thought was that you don't choose the cat. The cat chooses you. For the most part, that's how it's been with me. The universe simply hands me cats, sometimes as strays or surplus kittens.... If I go out to choose a cat, often it's because I have a vacancy and a lonely cat at home. I'll go to the shelter and look around at all the cats and kittens, talk to them, see who I'm interested in, and who's interested in me. When I adopted Cocoa, I spotted this gorgeous cat in a cage and talked to him. He got up, meowed, came to the front of the cage, meowed, and patted my fingers with his paw. There was this instant rapport. He was an adult, btw, 2 years old. A lot of the cats I've adopted have been adults. The one time I let my head overrule my heart and didn't wait for this sense of rapport, it was a mixed success. I saw a photo of a beautiful Ragdoll on a shelter's website. I went down to look at him, and spoke to a counselor that I already knew from somewhere else. This beautiful pedigreed cat was an owner-relinquish. He was scrawny and underweight. His fur was dirty, matted, and oily. He didn't bond with me or even interact a lot, but I put that down to his being undernourished and probably badly treated, as well as the stress of being in the shelter. I took him home. He's now a good weight. His fur looks healthy and shiny. He's contented, and he gets along and plays with the other cats. But he never really bonded with me. When I pick up the other cats, nine times out of ten they'll snuggle in and purr. But this guy will either not do anything at all, just accept my attentions until I'm done and he can get away, or he'll actively struggle to get away from me. So I think that sense of rapport is one of the strongest indications of which cat or cats should go home with you.

Parke Jr has fishing in his blood :o) He loves the boat I gave him for Christmas. His daddy has a lakehouse, and that is where it stays. PJR doesn't keep the fish he catches there, just throws them back in. He could live breath eat, fishing! His step-father enters into all this bass fishing contests and PJR goes with him a lot in his larger boat. Just ask PJR about fishing and he'll talk your ears off. I know :o) Thanks for asking.

Glenda, I didn't know you were going to be alone Thanksgiving. You know you would have been more than welcome here. Of course you would have had to let Luther get over his 5 minutes of elation of having company first though before he settled down. sigh I'm glad you will be dining with Carole. Love to you Miss Glemder. Linda