I don't know that I've ever seen one get ripe on one side first, but then, I'm not usually patient enough to let them get ripe at all. As usual, I have no idea what variety it is, and it tastes wonderful.
We had an surprising arrival on Friday night--rain. Rain and plenty of it. For the last few years I've been out watering the little trees by this time--which meant we'd had six weeks or more of high temps and drought. This year, I've not watered yet.When I lived in the city and didn't garden, rain was just an idle thought. "Oh, shoot--it's raining." At best it was a break from the monotony of sunny+hot+dry that rules the North Texas summer; hail, thunder and lighting were an especially welcome distraction; fifty-mile-per-hour winds a bit of a scare. But watching the weather was something old people did--not me.
Now I'm not only watching it but I'm anticipating it, gabbing about it, and even writing about it without embarrassment. (Well...not much) But I doubt that it's my readers' main preoccupation, so I'll drop the subject for now. No more mention of weather until I need to bitch and moan about the summer drought.
So I tried my hand at photographing pests in the garden. Most were on hiatus, but I did get this:
He's really quite gorgeous, isn't he? Evil, bean-eating beast, but gorgeous.
And this dude who really loves hanging out on my tomatoes. And not the plants--the fruit. Is he an evil sweet-sucking crop-spoiling fruit bat wannabe, or a helpful ally against some small enemy I can't see?
He's a friend, best I can tell. I'm guessing some variety of assassin bug. I'm told they give a painful bite if you mess with them, but I'd just as soon not find our for myself.
After The Harvest --
My compost bucket, loaded with beet tops and probably a bug or two, under close scrutiny. Most of the contents will be scattered over the kitchen floor in a couple of hours.
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