
It is now mid-September and our garden is starting the final leg of its journey in the Great Circle of Life.

Our tomatoes were grown on single vines, with a few plants reaching heights of over seven feet. They were "Big Boys" and Melynda says they are splended. (The kids and I take her word on that.) On the right, you can see that the taters (that'd be "poh-tay-toes" for all you Golem types) are well died back; each twig of a stem marks the hiding place of two or three fist-sized Yukon Gold beauties.
Hear you can see the raspberries and one-half of our world-class organic pest deterence system. (Don't forget: flossing with grass can keep your teeth shiny and sharp.)










