Jane Austen, tomato anchor

It's been a while since my last spell of quality time with the tomato plants. This morning I reached for the scissors and twine. The vine I'd draped over the bookshelves had dropped to the floor, so I hauled it back up and this time used Jane Austen (a gift from my big brother) to anchor into place.







I did sneak in a bit of pruning two nights ago, with one cutting going into a pot outside:



There was a vine I'd mentally consigned to the compost pile earlier in the week, but when I took a closer look at it, there were two tiny green tomatoes on it. So -- as with so many other things these days -- I'll wait and see.





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beautiful for months

There was the time when she and her friends swam across the Hudson to New Jersey on a lark, and the time that the cosmetics factory went up in flames, "and the neighborhood smelled beautiful for months."

- Corey Kilgannon, "Born in the Basement and Never Left," a character study of 93-year-old New Yorker Eleanor Murray

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