Lemon Tree Very Pretty and the Lemon Flower is Sweet

That song going through my head, unfortunately, despite my being around when Peter, Paul and Mary sang it, is from the Pledge commercial, and now it's stuck. It's because I felt the urge, despite all the delightful other projects I have, to pick up Lemon Tree Sampler again and work on it.

What we have a lot of around here these days is not lemons, but cherry tomatoes. And regular tomatoes too. We've eaten tomatoes plain, with blue cheese dressing, with balsamic vinaigrette, with vidalia dressing, on sandwiches (with and without bacon or ham or toasted cheese or mayo), I've made sauces and salsas mild and hot, with little mystery peppers that burn your mouth, and I'm getting ready to make tomato bisque, which might be nice with the addition of a little shrimp. And we're still not sick of them. Unfortunately, they're beginning to play out just a bit, and despite watering and feeding the leaves are growing sparse and crispy. Some critter bellies up to the big heavy tomatoes at night and takes a nice round bite of them and leaves them on the vine, then bites a different one the next night. Want mayo with that, critter?

Here's Pink, caught in mid-hop, as he bustles over to say hello. He also says hello (and Elvis does too, from a distant room where he's busily dooting on magazine covers) to Nachtegaal in the Netherlands.