I have three places where I get tomato plants: myself, if I grow them; my friend Ilene at House in the Woods farm; and the Master Gardeners. The common thread is heirloom tomatoes. I am a sucker for heirlooms. My entry for the summer potluck is a plate full of multicolored tomato slices: red, green, yellow, purple. Sometimes with salt. Sometimes with basil and fresh mozzarella. Anyway I am getting ahead of myself, thinking about fresh tomatoes.
You can see Yeon's raised beds in the background. They figure more prominently in a minute.
In the second picture you can see the beautiful plates that Dan made up for us with French toast, spinach omelette, cheese omelete (Cotswold is my new favorite cheese for eggs, wow), fresh fruit, salmon and cream cheese canapes, and bacon. Jerica's son was very excited about the bacon, which, dipped in maple syrup, saved the day. By the way, Jerica is due in August!
After breakfast, Yeon took Henry over to the raised bed with all of her extra strawberry plants in it. She and Jerica's boy (I keep calling him that to avoid putting his name on the internet, you understand) dug strawberry plants together. There is a garden sorrel plant on their left. At one point, the boy wanted to dig dirt instead, so they consulted. Eventually, they finished digging up the strawberries, and that little boy carried the full bucket of pla
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