Tomatoes

I might be the only one in town with some tomatoes. It was over 100 degrees for over three weeks, rendering blossoms sterile. I think all that tinkerbelling it up with my blossom whacker (be it a badminton racquet, pool noodle, bamboo stick, or my hands) and misting religiously worked. Yes, my intervention did give a whole quadrant somekind of blight, but I have some lovely "Black Russians" (they seem different from "Noir de Crimee" to me) to show for it.

Having a tomato tasting and mega-round of shithead (cards) tonight.

Matty heading out with Mark and Janet into the backcountry this weekend. So, the boy and I will do the bachelor thing again.