Not only did someone switch spikes in the tomato bedding plants, so that we're harvesting an abundance of Roma tomatoes we didn't know we'd planted, but the majority of the beefsteaks are ruffled. I'm not complaining. One doesn't get more than a slice or two from the frilly fruits for topping burgers, but their shape intrigues and amuses me.
Many of the Romas harvested thusfar have already met their fates in salsa and spaghetti sauce. Never look a gift tomato in the face. What's that mean anyway? What is a gift horse? I did look those tomatoes in the face. Worked out swell for me.
God, who at sundry times and in divers manners spake in time past unto the fathers by the prophets, Hath in these last days spoken unto us by his Son, whom he hath appointed heir of all things, by whom also he made the worlds; ~Hebrews 1:1, 2
Thursday, July 31, 2008
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