SPedigrees
Garden Addicted
Yesterday I discovered one last tomato in the pocket of my vest. It must have been there, forgotten, for a week after I plucked it from the vine. A final homegrown gift from the garden in my salad, along with garlic pickled green beans from the last farmers market.
Now it will be grocery store fare for the rest of fall, winter, and spring.
(note for British gardeners: by "vest" I mean the American version, aka a sleeveless winter jacket, as opposed to the British term meaning a men's undershirt!)
Now it will be grocery store fare for the rest of fall, winter, and spring.
(note for British gardeners: by "vest" I mean the American version, aka a sleeveless winter jacket, as opposed to the British term meaning a men's undershirt!)
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