Journal entry

As I sit at my writing table, a faint perfume from the Honeysuckle Arbor drifts-up through the open window. There is rain in the air, and as I walked around my garden earlier, I could feel it’s moisture in the coolness of a slight breeze. Some of the Berries are ripe, so I carefully picked a handful.

The Angels’ Trumpet aka Trumpet vine (Campsis radicans) is slow to bloom this year but the branches are broadening over the Dude’s trellis, and next year, we should have a canopy of orange flowers to walk beneath, between the main house and the studio.

Yesterday, Ron gave me a bag full of pungent Arugula (Eruca vesicaria); 2 cucumbers; a bunch of Italian Parsley; and another bag full of Gold Nugget Tomatoes (Lycopersicon esculentum) small, orange, sweet and seedless. Nothing like fresh grown.

This is Ron's tomato vine.

As you see, it is bursting with fruit.