Posted by on Jun 21, 2016 | 10 comments

Well, mama is running around, as usual, nervous like a sack full of turkeys, as papa’s grandpa used to say, but actually, she’s trying to catch white butterflies that, in California at least, just love to leave their little eggs on the tomatoes so that one day, blithely skipping out to the garden to check out the progress of say, Buffalo Steak tomatoes, or Roma, or Chocolate Cherry, mama dreamily starts wandering through the vine and then SHRIEKS BLOODY MARY, recoiling in horror at the (rather pretty and interesting) tomato HORNWORM that lurks on a leaf and guess what?  They come in TWOS.  But mama thinks they may not exist here in France and so why is she rushing around and going bonkers?  Because she has to leave her garden for a few weeks and she’s NUTS.

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Hey, I’m going, too, but you don’t see me getting all riled up over a butterfly!

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Instead, I just take a snooze in the sage…a sage thing to do, no?