Last of the Cherry Tomatoes
Hung upside down to ripen just before the weirdly warm Christmas. They aren’t very good.

Hung upside down to ripen just before the weirdly warm Christmas. They aren’t very good.


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.

Hops beginning to blossom. I hadn’t realized one can also eat hops shoots.

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.

Last week I went across town by bus to renew my expired drivers license and replace it with the real ID version. On the way home I visited a friend from work whom I haven’t seen in person since before the initial stay at home order. Then I left work early on Friday and went to see the Sonya Clark exhibit at the National Museum of Women in the Arts. The art was worth seeing, but it was overly crowded.
I spent the weekend with the garden and house and practices. Readying for what comes, but am sure I don’t want the old “normal.”

This morning I walked up to Cultivate the City with a neighbor. I am going to try more fruit this year–I found a spot for a passion fruit vine; I will put strawberry towers on the sleeping porch; I may put in a golden raspberry; the Concord grape is looking promising. Meanwhile, around the neighborhood, the cherry trees are in full blossom.