‘Tis the season of late summer. Of early fall harvests. The time when many a plant give their last hurrah, their fruit, their seeds.
I can talk a good game about gardening, though truth be told, it’s my 82-and-change mom who is the brains and primary caretaker of the garden. I mostly provide additional muscle and might, laborer and hauler when needed.
I was visiting my mom the other day when I saw all these little plum tomatoes (and the other, more classical tomato types in the upper photo) and was delighted with how teeny-weeny the little one on the far left is. My mild (haha) OCD kicked in and I attempted some ordered art and presentation of teeny-and-upward plum tomatoes.
Voilà!
