At last, I have commandeered the digital camera long enough to show you the embarrassing results of my first gardening effort on the balcony:

I told you the tomato plants looked awful. I don’t lie. The Coke bottles are my attempt at a crude drip-watering system. It needs tweaking.

There is one good-looking tomato, just one. This is an heirloom plant. I don’t know what the other one is, but I’m getting heirloom seeds from now on.

A total of five jalapenos have come out. One is sitting on the kitchen window sill, shriveled and red, waiting for me to figure out what to do with it:


This is the only cucumber to come out. It’s about four inches long. I was shocked to spot it yesterday. It must have popped out overnight!
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