Tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes....

     My neighbor around the corner only had one, that's right one, tomato plant that made it to tomato adulthood.  And, she is just now getting tomatoes.  It's the end of October for crying out loud.

     The poor bush is all spread out, never staked, never dated--sorry, off track.  I suppose it's not politically correct to talk about some of the tomatoes I've dated in the far distant past.





     And, just to make matters worse, her tomatoes are bigger than mine.  Just look of this handful of tomato just waiting for some corn meal and hot grease (trying to take away some of the appeal).



     Did I mention that she had a BUNCH of tomato seedlings that all died but one?  Oh well.  She has tomatoes now and wants me to make a green tomato pie.

Nebraska--Less People, Less Stress