There's some evidence emerging on the front porch. Evidence of new life, new growth, and of the fact that I don't always kill every thing green that I set my hands on - all of which I am grateful for.
The first picture is of my very first little baby tomato that is teasing me with its slow growth. The image to its right is one of the fleeting blossoms on my hand sewn bottle gourds. I wish the flowers lasted much longer than they do because they are so feathery and gorgeous, but they usually wither within a day. It's the oddest thing, but they have the sweetest smell of honey dew melon to them. No baby gourds just yet, but right now I'm just enjoying the silky flowers and the whispy curley-cues of vines that wrap themselves around anything they can come into contact with.
