We are picking and canning tomatoes. These are Stupice and except for the fact that the tomatoes are tiny and take a long time to pick, they are pretty nice tomatoes.
I accidentally picked up six tomato plants that were mislabeled. They were some kind of heirloom. While they taste good, they rot on the vine if you look at them cross-eyed. The Stupice, by comparison, can by resting on the ground and very ripe and most of them are sound. Or, there can be a cluster of Stupice and one of the fruit pecked by a bird and rotting...dripping over the other ripe fruit...and the other fruit is still sound.
There is much to like about a tomato that is not too sympathetic
We aren't setting any records for speed. We canned sixteen quarts yesterday and fifteen today.
Coyote Ken's tree swallows on their way south. I was on a run so the lens of the smartphone is not very clean.
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| Nodding Onion |
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| The seeds or bulblets have an uncanny resemblance to grains of wheat. I wonder if these were the "tares" in the parable. |
A not-very-impressive picture of some persimmon seedlings.
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