My first tomato!

The poor little thing is the size of a pea,
But it's holding the promise of good things for me.

This little guy will never be huge; it's a grape tomato. I went out searching my garden because I read over at Dad's Tomato Garden that his first tomato made its appearance. Of course Dad's in Tennessee, so his crop is bound to be ahead of mine.

Cliff's brother is coming this morning with a trailer large enough to haul the big barn ornament Oliver tractor we're buying. I think I'll ride along; I might get a picture or two.

As far as I know, this is the last item on Cliff's bucket list. He now owns everything he wanted when he was younger but couldn't afford. I'm sure he'll think of something else, though, once the new wears off this thirty-some-year-old giant of a tractor.