Of Mice and…..Tomatoes?

We discovered last night that there is more to a cornfield than cornstalks.  Sometime over the last two days a small, grey, furry vagabond ventured out of the field and climbed into our motorhome.  I discovered him when I opened a baggage compartment door, scaring both of us half to death.  A quick trip to Wal Mart got us a pair of traps, so with peanut butter installed, we set both traps.

It was difficult not to go check the traps every 15 minutes or so, but I managed to wait until this morning, and, surprise! the trap had snapped, trapping the little critter inside.  Good thing:  he's not injured or tortured.  Bad thing: he's not injured or tortured.  Off to the trash can with him inside his little plastic box.  Good riddance!  We set a couple more traps today in case he had texted his family about all the food next door.  So far we've only been able to identify the loss of a couple of candy bars and a box of decaf coffee cups for the Keurig.  Only the decaf, not the caff that was in a box right beside it.  A real mellow mouse…

This afternoon a trip to Tuttles Orchard got us into the produce mood.  This is a fourth generation family farm with a store, greenhouses, corn maze's and pumpkin patch's in the fall.  Today the store had fresh sweet corn just picked, and fresh tomatoes, also just picked.  Oh, My!

Fresh peaches and home grown apples and cider, with fresh, crisp peppers of all kinds.  Amazingly, a couple of Jalapeños found their way into our basket!

Tuttles also had locally grown pork and beef. The pork came from The Pork Shoppe, another family owned farm,

and the beef from Hunts Four Corners Farm.

Just outside the store, we spotted the greenhouses.  The selection was a bit thin after the weekend, but the farm owner, who was starting seedlings, told us that the selection was "growing".  Ha!

It took us an unusual amount of time to return home to Nessie after visiting the farm.  You see, the farm is on CR N 300 W, a well maintained county road.  Well, not knowing at the time that the grid centers on the intersection of I 70 (known as Anton "Tony" Hulman Memorial Highway), and IN 9, we headed off toward home, which is on N 600 W.  Seems pretty simple, doesn't it?  Somewhere between W 300 N and N 200 S, we turned onto Old New Road. Where did that come from?  Then a side trip on N 400 W got us to the intersection of W 100 N and S 400 W. Time to warm up the GPS.  I hate to admit that I'm lost, but…..

So, home at last, with corn, tomatoes, peppers and mushrooms (from Michigan) in hand, we're ready to have dinner (supper hereabouts).  Exhausted, but safe, we're still trying to figure out where we went today.