Couple of volunteer cherry tomato plants popped out of the compost bin and I encouraged them to climb inside the cages. Never seen them this tall before.

Trouble is, a good part of our compost is made from orange and lemon rinds, so the red little fruits are decidedly citric, puckerliciously so.

Our first Early Girl. Notice the next one will probably be Wednesday’s.

The latest word is that it will soon be gone.

The secret to its success, in my opinion, is that it is OPEN every week, rain or shine. Willow Glen would do well to find a more visible venue on Saturdays, and establish just as frequent a presence.

To help make up for the loss of convenient grocery shopping, we’ll be planting a larger garden this year. (Did someone mention a chicken coop and fresh eggs?)

Right next to Safeway’s vacated premises is a 24 Hour Fitness that seems to have grown by leaps and bounds.  It was crowded this Saturday evening.

We walked in for a tour and ended up trying out several machines, one of which made us (or at least me) want to keep at it.  I think they called it an elliptical something or other.

The prices for using the gym were all right; around $30 first and last month in advance and a $30 (probably negotiable) initiation fee.  They were unwilling to put this in writing, however.  Don’t know why, all the numbers are on their website.

Anyway, we’re not going to pursue it because there is no hot tub, steam room, or swimming pool.  Bring your own towels and locker locks.

The big advantage, of course, is that it is within walking distance.  But after walking there and back, who needs more exercise?

At the Campbell farmers market, a young boy (9 yrs old?) had taken over the venders booth temporarily for his mother. I asked him about the beets and he said $2 a bunch. I asked if he would take $3 for two bunches and he said no, it’s $3 a bunch. Well, I said, what do you want for two bunches? He said $6!

Marketing, maybe not, but this kid knows his math.

I waited until his mother returned, and then got what I wanted.

Would you like to know when it’s ready? I’ll send you an email as they’re being roasted, and you can reply either yes or no. Then 30 minutes later there will be a one pound bag at your door, still warm! You’ll have to let them cool off first, then you can spoil your taste buds forever.

Notice: The above is only conjecture. Sorry.

The problem is that the customers, who are willing to buy it fresh whenever it appears, don’t know exactly when that time is.

How about if one of us, on discovering the new supply, lets the rest of us know?

Please let me know, I’ll be right over!