this week

I have three new tomato plants in big terracotta pots on the patio. They are lined up in a pefect row. On the left is the heirloom. In the middle the yellow pear. On the right is the cherry. And then, all the way to the right sits a smaller and lower pot filled with basil, lavender, savory, and thyme.

My band still needs a name. My ideas are too literary and dramatic. Chris came up with one: Shiver. I like that. But there are others who think we can do better.

I'm in a bad mood. The tomatoes made me so happy and content, I think the only solution is another plant. A pepper, perhaps?

Or, hanging flowers? Yes, that's it!