What’s tastier than a bushel of home-grown tomatoes? Why, a mere two home-grown tomatoes, of course. They managed to survive the onslaught of small foraging animals only to find their way to my plate, right next to that pepper I picked a week and a half ago. I’ll be honest: I really don’t want to eat them, mainly because they’re so perfect-looking. See for yourself.
That’s probably all the crops I have coming. Still, it’s pretty satisfying to know that you’ve produced (even a modicum of) food for yourself, and could survive for that much longer if you were cut off from the world. Next summer, the goal will be tomacco.
Also, if you haven’t checked the nature gallery in a while, it’s received some updates.