Emer is loving this – we eat blackberries and nasturtium petals straight away in the garden, but we bring orange tomatoes into the house and leave them on the kitchen windowsill to riped, and then we eat them with actual real live meals. Well, not live meals. But anyway. Yesterday we served some up in salad for her grandparents.
I call them “Emer’s tomatoes” because she helped plant and water them and took a general interest in growing things, this year. We’re all very impressed with how much better tomato plants did in their current location than in the previous ones we tried. We’ll probably plant them there again next year, possible in the cold frame which we can just remove, unless I can figure out some way of building a greenhouse onto the end of the little playhouse.