Which to you means, no more morning glories! Yay! (I do have several saved-for-web. I’m just going to wait until February, when you’ll be so starved for green you’ll be thrilled.)

Why I Am Not A Portrait Photographer.

My daughter.

And harvest-y type pictures.

Hungarian banana peppers.

Wakassippi? tomatoes. Fuzzy, and they’re supposed to be peach colored. One fell of in my hand this morning. It was decidedly yellow. I will report back once I’ve eaten it.