I still chuckle about the time I posted pictures of my baby tomato plants back during the winter and some readers thought they looked like brownies.
Well, the results don't look or taste like brownies, but they certainly soothe the palate.
It's been a great year for tomatoes and a whole lot of other edibles here at the Lovestead.
The display above represents one morning's pickings from my tomato patch. Most are Sun Golds while the others are "I don't know" tomatoes.
My master gardener friend Becky chastises me for not remembering what kind of tomatoes I've planted.
Others may want to know, she insists, so they can plant that kind next year.
Well, a few years back when another phenomenal gardener Shiraz sent me my first packet of Sun Gold's, that somehow stuck.
About the only other tomato moniker I remember is "Burpee Big Boys," and that's a misnomer cuz only cucumbers make you burp.
Anyway, if a veggie by any name grows and it tastes good, that's good enough for me.
If I went out this morning, I have a feeling I'd bring back just as many tomatoes as I did Sunday.
I don't even want to think about harvesting the plums. We may have to buy a third freezer this year to store all the tasty stuff growing around here.
No complaints ever!
--Tomasz Petruzka Photography
I want to take CB over to Northern Ireland and stage a picture like this.
When you love pretty horses and are enamored with the Dark Hedges of Ballymony, thoughts of staging a photo like this with your pretty horse are indeed tempting.
Maybe the Dark Hedges folks (if anyone owns that place) should consider profitting from artistic photo shoots.
Such a pretty place and such a neat photo.
By the way, CB and I will have to get a European visa if we want to go over there and take pictures next year.
The article below explains.
Just when we think we have the bureaucratic aspects of traveling mastered, they throw a new one at us.
The sky was SO amazing this morning, I could not resist pulling my phone out every five minutes and snapping another picture.
Not only beauty but also July 25 and still no smoke in the skies.
Our gardens are growing magnificently and our backdrops are remaining gloriously beautiful.
And, yes, Garry, the pumpkin is growing like a weed. The nice thing about pumpkin plants is that the pesky weeds don't have a chance.
I think Garry will be pretty big by fair time.
I posted a picture of my Virginia Creeper a while back, and my friend Helen warned me that I may get much more than I'm asking for.
Seems a relative had one decided to get rid of it.
Lots of cutting and chopping netted a pickup load to haul to the dump.
This year's creeper is not only invading the barn but also threatening to have a creep off with my pumpkin plant outside the barn.
A couple of weeks ago Bill went to the barn to get the post hole digger and couldn't find it. On second look, he pulled up strands of the creeper and found it underneath.
It might be selfish with its taking up space, but it's still kinda pretty.
Fun times watching stuff grow and reaping the benefits.
Happy Tuesday.
Where's Bridie?
Well, actually her nose was telling her where all Sunny, the cat, had traveled inside the garden shortly before Bridie's visit.
My corn is getting taller and starting to develop some ears. Could be pretty tasty in a couple of weeks.
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