A favorite flower that came to my attention while living in the ashram is, alas, also a favorite of the deer who graze our yard. Like other fav blooms, this has gained a host of warm associations ad memories over the years.

You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
A favorite flower that came to my attention while living in the ashram is, alas, also a favorite of the deer who graze our yard. Like other fav blooms, this has gained a host of warm associations ad memories over the years.

Reminders of a very special introduction I had while living in Upstate New York. We’re still in touch all these years later.


Violas.
Remember, I’m not the gardener in this operation. Still, for me?
So what about you?

Sometimes our vegetable beds look nearly perfect.
A fine old house
where I fit
finally!

The first year I witnessed the gardener in our household sprout and then transplant a dozen or so varieties of tomatoes, I was perplexed. Foolish me, I thought tomatoes were pretty interchangeable. Not so by the end of summer, when I had discovered how much each variety had its own identity. Some ripened earlier than others, a major consideration in our short growing season. Some were firmer while others were juicier. Each variety matured in its own size and shape. Trying to describe the range of flavors could soon sound like a wine tasting commentary. So far, we’ve had nothing that has delivered a hint of slightly warm asphalt, which seemed to be a plus for one wine critic. We’ll save you our own take.
Also important to us is disease and blight resistance. New England can be a difficult region for tomato growers.
Here’s a sampling of what we’ve cultivated, eaten, and even dried, canned, or bagged frozen.
And we haven’t even touched on some fine “black” tomatoes.

As fresh and sweetly tender as it gets.

This one’s with basil.

Even the croutons were homemade. Not so, the cheese or sunflower seeds.
His sympathy was much appreciated while I worked with one around the garden.
So here’s why I hate using a weed whacker.
Would herbicides, which we don’t use, do the job better? (Satan, get thee behind me.)