There are lots of green tomatoes hanging around, biding their time. Mama has suggested an experiment, that hasn’t been done for a while.
Have harvested a handful of the tomatoes. I know one of them is a Ukrainian purple. The others i couldn’t identify. These have been washed and are now sat in a transparent glass Pyrex bowl; positioned on a sunny window sill.
Here they are, sat next to the fickle young lady that is Ma’s Holy basil. To holy basil doesn’t like to be moved.
Yours in anticipation,