Summer heat means tomatoes.
I don't think it will be as good a crop as last year. Fruit size is smaller. I was again very lazy and didn't make the effort to support them properly. The plants are flopped everywhere and its difficult to reach the fruit, so I need to do better next year. I gave myself a pass because of the veggie garden redesign. But next year, I must do better.
I did manage to plant some basil, though.
While I'm in the kitchen, here's my French enamel cookware. I bought a couple different pieces of this stuff long ago when I was first on my own. At that time I had no idea what the plant on the pots was. Finally I ended up growing a Brugmansia. How odd--did it have something to do with the cookware? I wish I knew what brand this was, and how to get some more pieces. It's gorgeous stuff, and I've never seen it since.
In puppy news, I've been puzzled as to why Boris was getting a bald spot behind his right ear. Then I saw Natasha was chewing all the hair off in that area. Mystery solved.
Boris chews antler, Natasha chews Boris.
After all that tomato picking, a walk around. With the Cercis trees gone there is much more of a sense of wide-open space out front. I love the line of the wall with that half-circle shape, which was hidden when the trees were there.
While someone's constantly watching...