I do feel bad for Boston where I spent my 20's. I read this morning that they are reaching 100" of snow so far this winter. Ay-yi-yi! So I feel a little guilty as I look out onto my sunshine-filled deck and spot the tomato plants Krista bought me this weekend at Walter Anderson's. Yep. They've got a ton of varieties for sale. Already. And why not? At this point, it's pretty clear that we are not going to have a winter and I am itching to get these tomatoes planted. I actually asked my doc if my addiction to tomatoes indicates a vitamin deficiency. Not that she's aware of. Oh, I see. It's my soul that needs them, not my body. Whatever, I can't wait to have some home-grown ones! I've got a beefsteak, an early girl, and a pineapple heirloom. 3 plants should be enough to feed friends and family. My desires are so nominal these days. All I want right now is to have enough tomatoes to make tomato jam as gifts. And I put a curse on all tomato worms. I will not, I repeat, I will not share my fruit with them!