Jewels of Promise

We're barely into autumn and I'm already thinking of spring - well, winter - well, next year's garden. This evening's dinner included use of the largest, sweetest most beautiful Brandywine heirloom tomato from my garden that I just had to save some of those seeds. So I made effort to collect them, to rinse them and lay them on a plate to dry of their own accord.

Like jewels, aren't they? Simply shimmering with promise.

Peace.