Rankin Ledger Correspondent
Houston Therrell squats by one tomato plant, twisting one almost ripe piece of fruit in his hand.
His brow furrows. He frowns as he pulls one tomato closer, a small hole gnawed in its side. "I think a squirrel got to this one," he tells visitors, scorn, disappointment and a little disbelief in his voice. Disappointment that the produce isn't perfect. Disbelief that anything would touch this prize patch he planted to demonstrate what different tomato plants could produce. Pity that squirrel should he catch it. Read more>
His brow furrows. He frowns as he pulls one tomato closer, a small hole gnawed in its side. "I think a squirrel got to this one," he tells visitors, scorn, disappointment and a little disbelief in his voice. Disappointment that the produce isn't perfect. Disbelief that anything would touch this prize patch he planted to demonstrate what different tomato plants could produce. Pity that squirrel should he catch it. Read more>
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