Tomatoes

Not my tomatoes, not my pretty presentation.  Thanks, Sarah and Winnie, for the picture.  It looks like something from a magazine.  Pretty sure that Sarah cut the wood pieces.

I planted one cherry tomato plant again this year, just to see.  I have had no tomatoes that stay long enough to ripen.  The deer newsletter probably prints my address.

Today, I'm taking Nora to get her hair trimmed on this last day before school starts.  And then, lunch.  Before I pick her up, though, I need to check the air in my tires since the light has come on.  On the first cooler day, that wasn't even all that cool.  It seems to be a thing.