My third generation cloned tomato plant has a vine ripened tomato. I was on the way out to take a picture when I met He-Who-Mows bringing it in, afraid we'd miss it before it was overripe. Not a chance.
There are more tomatoes. Vines have reached the top of the greenhouse wall.
Mr. Bill Johnson's daughters came to visit last week and were amused that I learned well from Mr. Bill about rooting suckers. Tomato plants cost too dearly to just have one for a single season. Clones go on forever.
Kathy and Fay brought a huge bouquet of peonies, grown on plants from Mr. Bill's days in the fifties growing for the florist market. A flood of memories from my childhood came in the door with the fragrant blooms. I failed to make pictures of the peonies, now another memory.