09.02.09

Little Alice, the pet tomato plant, is still growing, even producing embryonic teeny pear tomatoes but nothing has ripened. She sure isnt going to rival this beauty from yesterdays farmer's market. I'm just hoping that I'll get one yellow, ripe tomato out of her before I have to call it a season and empty the planters.
Killing time until I can get over to the pool... it gets busy at lunch time. Too bad I get practically comatose in the afternoon. Probably a function of waking up every single morning at 2am. It's getting to be habitual which makes it somehow worse.