Small Pleasures

This is the summer that wasn't, here in north Germany.  Never hot.  Often wet.  Always cool.  Sometimes COLD!  I won't ever forget turning on the heat in July.  Good grief.

But, with the hope of the hopeless, I planted a couple of tomato seeds in the spring, and they grew.  But ever so slowly.  We have our FIRST ripe little tomato.  I'm going to pick it tomorrow.

And I simply cannot help thinking of Michelle's HUNDREDS of tomatoes from her single plant last summer.  I can only dream.