In due time we shall reap . . .

Here, at last are the fruits of several people's labors, namely, the produce of our garden. Papa says they are the best-tasting tomatoes he has had for a while. If only it wasn't so hot and there was more water available and the weeds wouldn't grow so much better than the vegetables . . . Still, it's doing fairly well. Come on over, and I'll make you a salad!