As The Tomato Grows

Tomatoes. What are they? Fruit? Botanically. Vegetable? Culinarily. Delicious? Absolutely. Sliced on a plate with a little bit of salt and pepper, they make a tremendous light snack. It is something you can feel good about. So why not grow and harvest your own? Well that is exactly what Maggie wanted to do. And so we did. Since we don't have a good place to grow them, we tried the hanging growers. We got a couple of tomato plants from Whole Foods and a few bags of soil and went to work. My pick was named "Jaga." Maggie's was "Big Rainbow." Planting was a little bit of a chore, but we eventually got them situated in the potters and hung them on a couple of screws that were already drilled into the beam on the ceiling of our patio. Then we played the waiting game.

A Wedding And Then Some

Maggie's friend Patti got married this past weekend. We made a nice little trip up there to witness the occasion. The destination was a little town, Wheaton, Illinois, about 40 minutes to an hour from downtown Chicago. It didn't start off so well.

Simon The Cat

We had a cat. A cat named Simon. Simon the cat, to some. He was a temporary resident. A favor to Maggie's friend while her house recovered from mold irradication, mold to which she was deathly allergic. For two weeks though, he was ours.

What Goes On Behind These Walls?

Sitting On A Porch

I am on my phone, writing a blog post just for fun. It looks like it's about to rain. The sun isn't quite down yet, and it's quite a nice evening.

Maggie lit a citronella candle and we're not sure if it works or not. It must be proof that there are no bugs right now, but that could just as easily be because it's about to rain. She says it's the citronella.

Our tomato plants are getting quite big, and there are some flowers, but no signs of any fruit yet. She's fascinated with the fireflies. They're everywhere.

We have a critter living in our ceiling. It makes scratching noises every evening. It sounds like claws, but it's unclear how big or what kind of animal it is. She is worried that it will invade our home when maintenance comes to tear out our ceiling to fix the leak above the bedroom. I don't believe this will happen. Will I have to kill something else? I'll call him Marco.