Friday nite supper at the parents consisted of fresh picked green beans, boiled butter potatoes, fried catfish, and homemade peach cobbler! My mother threw down last nite! Nothing like fresh green beans! I considered growing green beans this year, but decided not to. Next year, it’s on! Mom has 7 tomatoes! Yeah mom! One is almost red enough to pick. She doesn’t work in the yard anymore, so she buys this huge commercial flower pots and grows her vegetables and flowers in the front yard. Among her actual flower pots you’ll see her tomatoes, greens later in the fall, onions, and herbs. You’ll never be able to get Brownfield out of her veins. When she bought her tomato plant at Wal-mart last month, it already has 2 tomatoes on it. OMGosh, it took her forever to decide on THE perfect plant! LOL! She did good. I drove by, but couldn’t stop the other day, and dad was sitting under the Bedford pear tree, watering her flower-pot garden with the garden hose. I called back later, and he said he and mom had finished up working in the yard and he was her water boy. He used to not like gardening. He was the city boy and she was the country girl. He’s enjoying himself now, cause he likes to eat out of Mother’s flower-pot garden.