Way back last spring when I was planning out my community garden, this is what I envisioned. I wanted a salad and salsa garden. I wanted to go out and pick fresh produce, wash it, chop it, season it and eat it. Eat it still warm from the sun and swollen from the rain. Us gardeners tend to dream big. It worked out OK, but it was too hot for the cilantro which bolted almost immediately. These tomatoes have finished their ripening in brown paper bags in the basement. The peppers are not jalapenos, but Italian roasting peppers - their flavor is peppery and fresh but not hot. The tomatoes are Lemon Boy, Heritage Beefsteak, and tiny little black cherry toms that burst with intensity. There is fresh salsa in my future, and maybe some dancing with delight in the kitchen.
Watercolor in the handbook sketchbook