The cherry tomatoes keep coming. After 32 summers gardening in the same spot, I have observed the shifting weather due to global climate change.
Today’s harvest somehow wanted to be shaped into a flaming heart. The pest control technician came for the quarterly visit. I gave him a sack of beans for him and his wife to have for dinner.
At last enough beans all at once to make a meal. Until now, the birds and I nibbled the few a day while still outside.
It’s full of biting, stinging, and plant-munching beings. I mostly live and let live.
I practice the physical yoga postures to enhance and maintain the flexibility, agility, balance, and strength I need to get about my daily life, for example clambering about the vertical garden. Balance beam in high school was also helpful preparation.
Only five bunches of Grapes. Who will eat them? Me? Or Will it be the birds?