|Our former "curb" in August 2014 AFTER being weeded|
|Our new curb|
Last week, I talked about our cracked tomatoes and the looks I received from the food pantry staff when I arrived. Not everyone objects to cracked tomatoes, however. Two elderly women pulled up to the Garden as I was locking the gate and loading my car. They wanted to buy tomatoes from me. They insisted that I sell them some and didn't want to limit themselves to what was available in our neighbor beds. Usually, I decline to sell our produce because I hate to take fresh food out of the mouths of food pantry customers. But, this week, I agreed. She only had $2 in cash, so I let her pick three giant beefstake tomatoes – which, of course, were slightly cracked. They wanted to put them on hamburgers for that afternoon’s cookout. I told Gene when I arrived at the food pantry that he lost out on some tasty tomatoes because of that look he gave me last week. He laughed. He always laughs.