Tuesday, August 7, 2012
I'm A Farmer!
How about this? Our very own balcony-grown tomatoes! We actually picked five of them yesterday, all tiny little cherry tomatoes. We ate three of them immediately, and they're everything you could want in a tomato -- sweet and pungent, like a bite of sunshine. We have three varieties -- the ones above are called "tigrella," striped red and orange. I really DO feel like Oliver Wendell Douglas.
The plants themselves still look pathetic. The lower leaves are very yellow. I'm hoping the rest of the tomatoes make it to harvest -- at least enough so we can give some to our neighbors Chris and Linda, who gave us the plants. Next year I'll know not to plant them so close together.
Our friend Adam, from New Jersey, is staying with us now. Fortunately Adam has been to London several times so he doesn't need to do the tourist circuit. We're just spending time together in a more leisurely way. Yesterday Dave took him up to the school where he teaches, and afterward we went to lunch at Masala Zone. (The sign above the restrooms there reads "Toilet Zone," which my juvenile mind finds very funny.) Then we went to a cafe on Old Compton Street, the traditionally gay neighborhood of Soho, where we had a great time people-watching -- guys with fluorescent hair or inches-high platform shoes, leggy female models transfixed by their cell phones.
We were going to walk back through Hyde Park, but of course it started spitting rain, so we saved our park outing for today.
Oh, and I picked up some paperwork related to my new part-time job as substitute teacher coordinator for the school where Dave teaches. I'll be the person on call to line up a substitute when someone's out sick or in training or on a school trip. I looked over all the documents last night, and began having some serious anxiety -- what if I can't find someone? How will I juggle all the requests? (It seems like there are at least ten teachers out every day, sometimes many more than that.) Yeesh. Job stress. I'd forgotten what that's like.