Let's take a quick tour.
This is one of my tomatoes. A beefsteak. A common site but no less exciting for it. Especially as it's the first I've noticed to get fruit. At this stage the fruit is as hard as a pebble. It will loose the petals soon, get bigger, redder and, with any luck, incredibly tasty.
This sweet velvet soft and luxuriously red flower belongs to the asparagus pea. They are tiny, dotting the plant. I can just sit and watch them. The leaves of the asparagus pea also curl up at night. I never fail to forget this and it always scares me half to death.
Much more showy than the utilitarian tomato flower is the tomatillo. The yellow frills remind me of the party dresses I wore as a girl being twirled around and around.

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