Christiana Aretta writes a journal about food, photography, & toys.

Gardening

Dunno know what magic took place to make this magic cats eye tomato but I figure it’s worth at least 2 aggies.

In today’s post, the part of the bumblebee shall be played by Pepe Le Pew and the part of the delicate, cornered eggplant flower shall be played by a French cat.

Bitter is as bitter does. Which, fortunately, is tasty about nine months out of the year.

Mainly a bit of a screed about the recent heat and draught plus some lovely pictures of baby beans.

Not much story here, I’m afraid. Just a cute lil’ furry moth on a big ol’ daisy.

The source of my favorite scent of summer and the world’s cheapest time machine.

Less zombie, more frilly.

“All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.” -Marc Chagall

Cue Jaws music as the gardener moves in steadily and craftily for the kill, errr… harvest.

Tomato, that is. Flagrant exhibitionists, the tomatoes hide their immature, underage seedy green hearts beneath their every burgeoning, curvaceous fruit.