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Joey and I ate the first ripe cherry tomato this morning.

It was delicious.

Yes, I cut it in half.

A friend of mine, when we were in college (Canadians say university for programs like the one I completed, but it's an American college), was always asking people, if they were a fruit, which fruit would they be.  My reply was tomato, as I am red, a little squishy, and versatile.

This summer, I am growing tomatoes on our balcony.  It is a higher-floor, concrete balcony, so I haven't had trouble with pests, and on my one cherry tomato plant and my one regular, bred-for-container-growth plant, I have lots of fruit growing.  The cherry is quite productive already, though they are all still green (even though last night I dreamed they ripened into gorgeous, red-and-white tiger striped things - not that they will be anything but regular red when they do ripen).  There are two large specimens on the standard-tomato plant, but also lots of flowers.  I'm hoping for quite a harvest.  My cilantro/coriander plant is fruiting, my basil is flowering (though I've pinched most of them off so the leaves continue to grow, the basil has been so tasty).  It has been a good year.  It feels excellent to produce produce.  We'll get some photos.

As complicated as life is in my thirties, the absolute simplicity of balcony horticulture is so soothing.

Good on ya.  I'm all for the whole referendum thing, but that is for highway repair and dog racing.  We have a legislature for a reason.  And today, they upheld civil rights for a good portion of their constituents and did absolutely nothing to the rest of them.

I had to do it, I just felt so strongly about it... Joey tells the story of a wedding we witnessed this past Friday.  I found on Craigslist the most cheerful way to end a work week I can think of.  My friend E. just called it "the Internet facilitating serendipity."  I like it.