I'm so sorry to leave you for two days looking at the photo of the tearful moppet who has just struck out for the most recent time. Awwww...so cute. So sad.
But wash your emotions out with this picture--behold, my garden!
I know! Remember just a few weeks ago when I was lamenting the certain death of anything I planted? And pre-memorializing the four tomato plants and two basil plants now inhabiting the old fishpond in the back yard? (Yes, the archaeological remains of a fishpond were in our back yard when we moved in. We find this spot charming. Also, we are too lazy to dig the bricks out.)
You don't remember? Let me refresh your memory:
Maybe, just maybe, in another month we'll have tomatoes worthy of the foliage that looks so amazing today.
At least there is still hope.