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But in the race for first ripe tomato, line honours most certainly went to the yellow tumbler.
Let's look over the short but sweet life of Inept Balcony Gardener's first ripe tomato.
Here he was as a toddler, precociously popping out to say hi before any of his friends
he wasn't a loner for long and played happily with his mates
But at one point things changed, his body began to undergo a transformation and life was never to be the same again. He tinged yellow, and while his friends tried to follow the trend they were simply left behind.
he progressed quickly, maturing at such a rate until ...
i picked him
and he became my lunch.
* Hmmmm upon reflection i am wondering what made me gender my tomato? Odd
6 comments:
LOL. Your lunch looks rather anemic.
Congrats on your first (of many) tomato!
Ack, I hope my comment doesn't sound mean, I didn't mean it to! I just got a chuckle out of a plat with only one cherry tomato on it. :-D
No worries Fern, not mean at all, i'll just say it was my entree, savoured every (three) bite :)
just glad to raise a giggle
Oh good! Food definitely tastes better when you grew it yourself.
Love this post! It's so clever! I'll give it a 'pick'! Jan
I like the 'plated up' shot best. Inspired.
Almost everyone else's garden here in Bloggerland is way bigger than mine, and now I've discovered yours. I now look out on my patch and think I should rename it 'Cheyenne' or 'Ponderosa'.
Great choice, the cherry tomatoes, by the way. I try to make a point of not letting any more than about 60% of all cherry tomatoes making it to the kitchen.
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