Sunday morning, Adrian and I were in the hoophouse, where I've been keeping an eye on the oh-so-slowly-ripening tomatoes, and gathering everything that had a blush of colour, lest the rain cause splitting, and the loss of our small tomato harvest.
There was minimal splitting - possibly because we still have the plastic down around the growing area to minimize water absorption. The ripest have been eaten, the splits given to the chickens, and the rest set in a single layer to colour up on the dining table. Today I picked a smaller basket of tomatoes showing a bit of colour. Soon I'll have enough ripe tomatoes for a batch of homemade salsa, with sweet onions, tomatoes and the last of the Fall cilantro thrown into the blender. I just have to figure out how to grow citrus and the limes will be accounted for..... Better late than never!
Jodie and her foster mom.
The chickens, who are notorious for hanging out under the picnic table in the rain, enjoyed a break in the rain to run about. Jodie is getting big and testing her wings, though is quickly put in her place by the two elder hens.
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