Tomato seedlings are in the ground. The rule in Ballarat is not to plant them out until after Melbourne Cup Day for fear of frost. A dozen are now in two neat rows, ready to grow like billy-o. May the vegetable gods smile upon them!
The season is a strange one this year on many levels. The tomatoes are late and not very prolific, but the ones I have managed to coax into existence are quite delicious. Sweet, juicy, and zingy, the little red orbs hang like jewels from the dying branches. They shout their tiny victory over the weather
