Had to go back to work today. The garden seems to have planned a lovely send-off for me, in the shape of the sunflowers opening for the first time:
When I got home the garden had another surprise for me; dog poo in the backyard. We do not have a dog, and the back garden is closed off, leading me to decide that either: a) my man has taken to pooing in the back garden (he denied it when he got home); b) we left the gate open, or; c) The neighbour’s dog has worked out how to work the handle. I sort of hope it’s c).
It’s tomato season in the garden and yesterday I noticed that 14 had ripened over the last few days — much too many to just leave on the vine and assume I’d eat them eventually:
So I made a lovely fresh tomato sauce last night, with plenty of garlic and herbs from the garden. I had it over pasta for my lunch today and the whole office was jealous.
Unfortunately, tonight’s tomato pickings weren’t as satisfactory; there’s been so much rain, a heap of them have split:
Annoyingly, those yellow teardrop ones were supposed to taste like awesome but instead they taste like floury nothing. I probably shouldn’t be too sad that they’re a bit ruined, but I still am. Poor little things!
However, I am not going to even suggest complaint about too much rain considering that we’re not in Queensland right now (if you don’t know what I’m talking about — http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/environment/weather/brisbane-a-ghost-town-as-it-braces-for-the-worst-20110111-19muh.html). A friend of mine spent all day answering emergency phones for the Red Cross — I couldn’t have done it (I would have spent most of the day crying, I think). But I did put pretty wrapping paper on the boxes that my work is using for donations.