World No Tobacco Day is apparently the day on which non-users of tobacco fervently wish that users of tobacco would not use tobacco. I contemplated this peculiar day over my large cup of morning Costa Rica coffee and my freshly rolled breakfast cigar.
I realized that part of the deeper meaning of the day is that at some time later today, I will completely run out of my BigBonner Burley. Hmm. Instead, I decided that the true meaning of World No Tobacco Day for me is that I should set aside this day to photograph something other than my tobacco.
My tobacco curing shed. My garlic crop yielded about 80 heads of garlic, in two varieties. [If you buy a nice head of garlic in early November, then separate and plant each of the cloves, allowing them to grow weed-free through the winter, you end up with one head for each clove, come June.]
My garden peas have come out earlier this year than my snow peas. When they are babies, you can shell a few raw into a lettuce salad. Baby snow peas can be added pod and all to a salad raw.
These heirloom Bumble Bee beans produce a large, fat shell bean, which I will dry for use next winter.
The spinach mostly goes raw into salad (in small amounts). While I await the sluggish growth of my heirloom yellow and pink tomatoes, these purchased Early Girl tomatoes, which I've potted and nurtured since March, will give me some early garden tomatoes.
I don't buy cucumbers. I only eat them in season, and only from my garden. Rather than grow bland slicing cukes, all of mine are bush pickle varieties this year. They make fine pickles, in addition to being a decent salad cuke.
This spring, I planted a Buffalo Grape vine (purple) and an Ontario Grape vine (white). Only the Buffalo, shown here, has bothered to put out any greenery yet.
These are Heritage red raspberries. I also have beds of Fall Gold yellow raspberries (which don't grow particularly well, despite having a wonderful flavor) and Prime Jim Blackberries. I noticed last year that the birds watch the berries carefully, waiting for them to almost ripen. So I didn't get too many ripe blackberries. Unfortunately for the birds, neither of the raspberry varieties darken upon ripening, so the birds' loss was my gain. It's hard to beat a small dish of vanilla ice cream topped with a half-dozen freshly chilled raspberries.
This small patch of corn (5' x 12') looks like any old corn. But it's heirloom Bloody Butcher corn. The kernels mature to a blood red color.
So, there you have it. My World No Tobacco Day photos.
Bob
I realized that part of the deeper meaning of the day is that at some time later today, I will completely run out of my BigBonner Burley. Hmm. Instead, I decided that the true meaning of World No Tobacco Day for me is that I should set aside this day to photograph something other than my tobacco.
My tobacco curing shed. My garlic crop yielded about 80 heads of garlic, in two varieties. [If you buy a nice head of garlic in early November, then separate and plant each of the cloves, allowing them to grow weed-free through the winter, you end up with one head for each clove, come June.]
My garden peas have come out earlier this year than my snow peas. When they are babies, you can shell a few raw into a lettuce salad. Baby snow peas can be added pod and all to a salad raw.
These heirloom Bumble Bee beans produce a large, fat shell bean, which I will dry for use next winter.
The spinach mostly goes raw into salad (in small amounts). While I await the sluggish growth of my heirloom yellow and pink tomatoes, these purchased Early Girl tomatoes, which I've potted and nurtured since March, will give me some early garden tomatoes.
I don't buy cucumbers. I only eat them in season, and only from my garden. Rather than grow bland slicing cukes, all of mine are bush pickle varieties this year. They make fine pickles, in addition to being a decent salad cuke.
This spring, I planted a Buffalo Grape vine (purple) and an Ontario Grape vine (white). Only the Buffalo, shown here, has bothered to put out any greenery yet.
These are Heritage red raspberries. I also have beds of Fall Gold yellow raspberries (which don't grow particularly well, despite having a wonderful flavor) and Prime Jim Blackberries. I noticed last year that the birds watch the berries carefully, waiting for them to almost ripen. So I didn't get too many ripe blackberries. Unfortunately for the birds, neither of the raspberry varieties darken upon ripening, so the birds' loss was my gain. It's hard to beat a small dish of vanilla ice cream topped with a half-dozen freshly chilled raspberries.
This small patch of corn (5' x 12') looks like any old corn. But it's heirloom Bloody Butcher corn. The kernels mature to a blood red color.
So, there you have it. My World No Tobacco Day photos.
Bob
