it’s something to remind me

my ever productive sister has started a new blog.  it’s delicious, like summer tomatoes shot with a holga at the farmers market.  why don’t you go read that while i try to figure out the meaning of my life, and how to style my new flock of seagulls-ish haircut.

snap my life

it’s hard for me to blog wen i’m home from the hospital, have chemo brain and family staying with us to help.  so, this morning i snapped a bunch of garden pics for my twitter feed.  check those out here and follow me on twitter, subscribe to or watch my twitter feed, “tweet, tweet” on the sidebar when you’re waiting for me to blog.

now for something completely different

let’s just take a break from all of this woe-is-me chemo business for a second.  remember that garden i planted? i snuck out to have a look at it today.  the “garden soil” we had delivered is pretty useless, so things have been off to a slow start in there.  over by, and from, the compost pile, however, things are much happier!  and by “things,” i mean plants.

i have a mystery melon growing from the geobin.  i’m guessing watermelon, but what do i know? it’s something we ate, that’s all i can be sure of. maybe a cantaloupe?  i’ve done zero research, but perhaps a kind reader will point me in the right direction. (i should post more photos of the developing fruit and flowers, huh?)

the trellis that is intended to hide our trash bin is home to a few heirloom tomatoes.  i’m really excited about the tomatoes. free tomatoes are a good thing.

you like tomato

i like tomatoes to taste like tomatoes.  wintertime tomatoes are always risky.  will they taste like summer?  no.  will they taste like cardboard?  i sure hope not.  these at least smell like tomatoes.  they were the best i could find, so they’ll really just have to do.  they’ll be making their way into tomato, mozzarella and basil paninis.

in addition to these little beauties, i have six pounds of plum tomatoes that tomorrow will magically transform into a lovely pappa pomodoro.  we’ll be celebrating nugget’s birthday and i have so much to do.  at least i’ve managed to bake the cupcakes and make the “baby party mix,” which nugget declared most acceptable.