(the first two were consumed as breakfast in a moment of gluttonous pride over a week ago when we were on our way to spend the weekend in the Cotswolds with Helene and Ashley -- they therefore were not memorialised or eulogised in suitable manner).These have, however, been prettily photographed.
No names have been given, since it is generally unwise to name things that you plan to eat (as I so traumatically learnt upon coming home in third grade to find Whitey the Cow's pen dismally empty).
Our peppers are not doing so well, and some of the basil has whimpered out and is quite limp. The red Gerbera is brave, but it has some sort of herbivore leaving white trails of eaten leaf.
Whether the copper snail tape works is yet to be seen (it makes me happy to think of the little snails getting a tiny shock). E and I are having repeated disputes over his persistent beheading of what he calls 'useless parts of the tomato plants'. He should never have bought that hunting knife from Bass Pro Shop...
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