At Last . . .

I'm sure Ella was thinking about heirloom tomatoes when she wrote that song. Perhaps I'm projecting. Anyways, the first of my tomatoes have ripened. The sting of last year's total crop failure due to the wretched black walnut trees lining our property was still being felt. However a solution has been found.


These are a staple: Brandywine. Common enough now to be purchased at my local PC grocery store.