First Tomatoes and Al Fresco Lunch

Radishes, carrots, beets and now tomatoes?!

First tomatoes. In May! Pass the salt. I'm about to faint with joy.

Basically I could not tell you what's what anymore. Note to self: write things down next time.

The carrots so close together that you need a jackhammer to dislodge them from the soil

Perfect temperature to set the table outside. Eating al fresco today.

Stop the Press! First Harvest.

I'm in love. In love with a radish and a carrot. I've only put one image here but I took dozens of pictures, like the veggi-razzi that I have become.

A radish and a carrot in tender embrace. 

Beets: can't live without them; Can't kill them.

Beets are so pretty that I almost forgive them for tasting hideous.  If you disagree on this point, here is my argument:  Insects are all over our vegetables. The only plant they won't touch are the beets. I'm just sayin' ...



OMG am I really going to have tomatoes. Still can't quite trust it.



Peas. One or two at first, and we were so excited! Our excitement  did wane a bit after we had to eat them at every meal for two weeks.





Strawberries delicately lifted off the ground. Soon, they came so hard and fast that the thought of lifting each of them off the ground became laughable.

Radishes and Carrots as Far as the Eye Can See

Taking photographs of vegetables is good clean fun.

Small radishes and either a turnip or a mutant radish.
Already we are losing track of what we planted.

Baby carrots just picked.




Today is my birthday. Rather than lament that I have turned 50, I thought I would show my face.  After all, my little carrots and radishes are imperfect, bruised, gnawed at by gnats (sorry I could not resist) and I love them all the same.

So here is to healthy self love: moi at 50.  PS: The French accent is real.