My tomatoes have just gotten high enough to tie up to the lovely cedar arch trellis we made from a storm-fallen branch.
My one-boy army, Sam, sawed the little branches off.
The glorious Lisabee dug holes and pounded two-by-fours.
And now, my tomatoes are happily luxuriating, extending their lush green vines up, up and over, little green ‘maters dangling, slowly ripening in the yummy sunshine.
Aaaaah… Garden, my love.