Corner of Bourbon & Division

I have oodles of tomatoes. Oodles. Unfortunately, 90% of them are green and refusing to ripen. I don't know if I like green tomato chutney, so I'm reluctant to committing so many tomatoes to that endeavour just yet.

With prompting from toughlovemuse I have rimmed a bunch of the leaves off the plants, in the hopes that that will encourage the fruit to ripen. I've left the Brandywines entirely alone this year, but next year I have nefarious plans to encourage them to grow into riotous bloom.

I have baby tomatoes forever. It's wonderful. Every day I go out and pick one to two cupfuls of them, and have yet to run out. I ought to be golden for at least another week, maybe ten days. Good times.

The peppers have grown an extra three inches in height (w00t!) and are producing itty-bitty fruit, which I am awaiting anxiously. The red peppers are still tiny and green, and it's taking all my self-control not to poke at them constantly.

The rose bushes have flowered again. I thought they would only flower once this summer, but lo and behold there are four or five new blooms and at least two or three buds still in the making. I am absurdly pleased. The roses have grown like mad this year. The bush we cut almost down to the ground is now taller than my head.

Speaking of riotous growth, the basil is up to my waist again. The plants have become like small trees. It's a bit disconcerting.

Oh, and the weeds are flourishing. Naturally.

In other news, I don't feel like going back to work today. Not at all. Bleh.

I have too much food tonight. Originally I just had a sandwich and the fresh broccoli I picked out of the garden last night. Oh God, the broccoli. So delicious. I hope it keeps coming back over the summer: there was barely enough to fill two cups' worth.

Then my supervisor (the one whose brother owns a farm) gave me freshly-picked beans. They were delicious (though sadly overcooked) and lettuce picked this morning, and suddenly there was more food than I could possibly ever consume in one sitting and live to tell the tale.

I feel a little bit in limbo these days. I keep thinking of projects I want to start and things I want to get or do, and a little voice pipes up and tells me: "Not before you move!" Even things like baking projects and getting books or DVDs. It's only six weeks away, but it feels both much longer and much shorter.