I was digging through old posts last night and found this. The adorables are a year older, but the story is the same… ENJOY!
Every week I plan to show you my harvest from the tomato plants. I envision these beautiful photos of plump, sun-ripened little nuggets of the summer. The kind of tomato photos that draw me to magazine covers (and to buy them) like my exuberance over the Christmas toys at Costco.
But here’s why that can’t happen…
The elder adorable picks them as soon as they have a hint of red, but are still mostly green.
And then he reduces them to rubble.
This was the fruit of the heirloom “Mortgage Lifter”. I haven’t had the opportunity to try one yet, but they look pretty delicious.
Accessory to the crime.
We spray off with the hose after this, because these delicious (so I’m told) tomatoes are wicked juicy.
And then he hands me this…
Somehow in their pillaging, they missed these…
I’m going to pick them in the middle of the night.
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