In fact, I have decided it is for me. Getting up at 10 a.m. is everything I imagined it would be.
So today when I asked Derek how the garden was looking because I was too tired and too lazy to go outside to see how it withstood the torrid heat and torrential rains while we were lollygagging on the West Coast, he said that I might need to cut back the tomatoes because they were a little out of control.
And the "Understater of the Year" award goes to D.
I went outside and there were tomato plants EVERYWHERE. As in, where the dill used to be, where the basil used to be, where the cilantro used to be. This may work out if I just want tomatoes and am willing to sacrifice the rest of the garden.
Anyone have a machete I can borrow?