Routine medical appt allowed me not to have to leave for work quite so early, so I had high hopes of tea on the veranda (ahem, cracked back patio slab) while watching the tomatoes grow. Grandpa used to do that in an old, stinky canvas-backed chair with a metal tumbler of iced sassafras tea and I thought it was weird. Now I get it.
This was in my tumbler, and I was able to enjoy it for three whole minutes before the bugs started using my feet and ankles for their breakfast buffet. However, it’s as tasty indoors as out — not a hint of artifice about it, no tart hibiscus to interfere with the “just plain cranberry.” Recommended for a good, no-frills summer sipper, either hot or cold.
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So much I get now. Glad you had a peaceful morning!
And four tomatoes by day’s end! They probably could have gone one more day, but I wanted to beat the caterpillar to them. (We had to uninvite one from the salad bar.)
Four! Wow! We have only picked one thus far, but we were just peeping at one in the dark to see if it might be Sunday lunch! We have to pick early before the squirrels and birds help themselves!
Ah, gramps had it figured.
(And how… is it June already.)
So much I get now. Glad you had a peaceful morning!
And four tomatoes by day’s end! They probably could have gone one more day, but I wanted to beat the caterpillar to them. (We had to uninvite one from the salad bar.)
Four! Wow! We have only picked one thus far, but we were just peeping at one in the dark to see if it might be Sunday lunch! We have to pick early before the squirrels and birds help themselves!
Ah, gramps had it figured.
(And how… is it June already.)