Fried Green Tomatoes

Not everyone's brain works the same way. I'd have to be a touch crazy to leave a message clipped to a tree, in hopes that whomever it is addressed to finds it.

That was a gamble my neighbor took, and almost lost. A few hours later the skies dumped a couple of inches of rain on us. As it turned out, it was nothing important, certainly not as interesting as its unusual mode of delivery.

I'm sorry to say that the papayas are history. They prefer a more temperate climate, though it was fun to watch them grow.

The good news is that we are still harvesting lettuce and spinach, carrots and broccoli, and various other greens, from our plot at the gardens. Our tomatoes went the way of the papaya trees, just couldn't take the weather. Though we covered them to fend off the wind, it was finally the cold that got to them. We harvested the puny little things and had fried green tomatoes for the next week. They are surprisingly delicious.

Winter blossom

This peach blossom is a little ahead of its time. There are thousands of others lagging behind, still wrapped up in tight little balls, waiting for the next round of spring-like weather to unfurl their petals and attract a myriad of bees with their delicate fragrance. As in years past, the tepid winter weather has fooled this tree into thinking it is already spring. It is not a good sign, though I dare say it will be a breathtaking one in a few weeks, when the tree will be in full bloom.