This week we’ve had the most spectacular weather. Mid to low seventies, with low humidity and sunshine. Mama Weather is calling my name.

Lots of outdoor activities. Even boarding the Errand Train was bliss.

This is the only tomato plant I’m growing this year. And I grew it from seed. The seeds came from my sister of the heart who passed away recently. I needed these tomatoes to thrive.

There were four seed pods to begin with. And by pod, I mean incubator for a single seed. Two didn’t survive my watering techniques. Sensitive souls. When it came time to transplant the final two seedlings, I decapitated one — It was an accident! — which left me with an only tomato.

It upgraded pot sizes as it grew, until the last transplanting into a GeoPot. This is an aerated fabric pot. Mine has handles, which allows me to run it all over the landscape in search of sunlight. Which I do.

Cheap entertainment for Mr. G honey and the Golden pup.

I do what I can.

It has tomatoes. Four so far.

And fine hairs running down its stems.

It’s not an early tomato.

It’s a late bloomer.

Like me.

TGIF. You know what that means.

Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1

Elen