Truly no horizon line today. Distant boats and low-flying planes are indistinguishable. Blessed rain. Mist.
New garden coming slowly, with surprises. At what point does the leaf become more important than the flower?
Drawn to these colors: greens, whites, and creams with a little purple, blue, yellow. The sky at sunset is florid enough.
No evidence of Great Lakes fish kill here, but clusters of boats day and night circling a single spot just offshore. Must be on one of those secret fishing maps.
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How are the tomato plants?
One is quite happy, the other is fatigued and has morphing anxiety. I hope to replace one of the three cameras stolen from my old house, and actually post pictures on my blog...
what a concept!
My plants are growing strong and mighty, but it's been raining a lot and so far they're just ornamental. No blossoms, much less baby tomatoes.
Mine looked fatigued and I miracle gro'd it and it came back.
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