As summer approaches my meagre garden begins to yield harvest. My tomatoes have been recalcitrant and I am still waiting tetchily for both Roma and Grosse Lisse varieties to bear viable fruit. (My jealousy of Sticky's reports of tomatoes weeks ago therefore remains.) The story is different for my snowpeas and strawberries, thank goodness.
Growing everything in pots brings with it a pile of hassles, not least that of maintaining the right amount of moisture for the strawberries, but lo! I have many pink babies, soon to flush red.
To tell you the truth, I have already had one early delivery, but was so excited that I ate it before remembering to photograph its final ruddy joy. To compensate, dear readers, I offer up a photo of the biggest strawberries I've ever seen, sold by Damien Pike at Melbourne's Prahran Market for a dollar a piece. Ouch. But they were delicious and pretty.
Modelled by my friend Debbie
Meanwhile, I've fed the tomatoes some potash and overnight the flowers are fruiting! Cocaine for tomatoes… or something like that.