tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28793928068391372232024-03-13T22:08:58.199-07:00Floating root 浮根一種漂泊的人生,有著漂泊的心情
在這 冥想...
on kind of wandering life,drift mood,in here,to
meditat...chaomioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05242447966384927176noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-20653698919084850832007-11-18T05:17:00.000-08:002007-11-18T05:23:03.755-08:00New work direction<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FH2TpqXrXg/R0A8n_PQBKI/AAAAAAAAABM/n8YLuZ0jMuk/s1600-h/CIMG0717.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134170232890328226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FH2TpqXrXg/R0A8n_PQBKI/AAAAAAAAABM/n8YLuZ0jMuk/s320/CIMG0717.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://invisiblehole.blogspot.com/">http://invisiblehole.blogspot.com/</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Hi, this my new work line, please look at it and give your comment.</div><br /><div>Thank you!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Because it's winter so our tomato land need a bit of rest.</div>chaomioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05242447966384927176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-58453292284167718202007-10-22T06:58:00.000-07:002007-10-22T07:41:46.907-07:00Damien Hirst said"It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever got given in my life."<span style="font-family:arial;">(Damien Hirst)I was hitching in France when I did the vendange. And an estate car, a Citroen of some kind, pulled up with the whole family in. I couldn't speak French and they couldn't speak English. And there was no way I could fit into the fucking car, I don't know if you've ever tried hitching in France, but you can never get a lift; it's impossible. Anyway, this car pulled up and it had, like, mum, dad, kids, grandparents- the whole family. fucking packed. And they leaned out of the car and said things to me in French, and I spoke things back to them in English. And in the end they gave me a tomato. Just handed me a tomato out of the fucking car. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever got given in my life. They didn't pull up to give me a lift. I didn't know what the fuck was going on. But they gave me this tomato. And they drove off. And I was left on the side of the road with a tomato. What was going on there? If they'd give me a can of Coke, I would've thought, thank you, and I would have drunk it, and it would have been fine; I wouldn't have been thirsty any more. But they gave me a tomato. I swear to you. The most delicious thing I ever tasted.</span>chaomioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05242447966384927176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-40782518847429840962007-08-11T10:45:00.001-07:002007-08-11T10:46:56.260-07:00still growing but I think lack of experience may hinder the harvest<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-GkOX0yg4/Rr31_5neYlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wihaINhbRLA/s1600-h/choami.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-GkOX0yg4/Rr31_5neYlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wihaINhbRLA/s320/choami.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097500831400223314" /></a>The Collectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11132613901012228203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-56355048644568703862007-07-05T02:59:00.000-07:002007-07-05T03:07:49.821-07:00Voila!!Petite tomatoes come!!!Exciting announcement!!! The new tomatoes are growing now, they are very tiny and cut. I wish I could show the photos. Good Luck everybody, hope hear from you soon.chaomioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05242447966384927176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-42948655538207206252007-06-26T14:43:00.000-07:002007-06-26T14:52:20.676-07:00Tall TomQuick update. Tom is now 45 inches tall and has 18 flowers in groups of 6, with another 6 beginning to grow. I have been advised to nip bits off, but think I need a friend to do this, as I am too soft hearted to commit such butchery to my plant. (Also, I haven't got a clue what I'm doing)Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12452313321274291742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-8333733732894996512007-06-15T14:17:00.000-07:002007-06-15T14:28:18.733-07:00I'm really sorry to say, to tell you all, of a series of unhappy times for my tomato; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bethnal</span> Green.<br />Despite possibly being more at home in a green house; I think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bethnal</span> Green got overheated, dried out and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sun burnt</span> in the hot weather a few weeks ago, whilst sitting on his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">windowsill. He developed a flurry of yellow patches on many of his leaves on his left side. Then, again falling, quite literally, prey to the elements, he was blown off his window sill when the wind changed direction; turning to the West. His main stem was snapped at at middle, and it proved too much, and he quickly turned brown. </span>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928275547542198419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-10586406659953310362007-06-08T03:44:00.000-07:002007-06-08T03:48:00.641-07:00Tomatoart News LinksHi,<br />To improve our blog, I add "Tomatoart news links", hope you like it.chaomioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05242447966384927176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-64949060245488863782007-06-04T13:24:00.000-07:002007-06-04T13:59:36.934-07:00Tom's huge!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yTDgcOzbG4o/RmR7LPg-n_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/m5lJDEIN3VA/s1600-h/P6040241.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072314513399652338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yTDgcOzbG4o/RmR7LPg-n_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/m5lJDEIN3VA/s320/P6040241.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTDgcOzbG4o/RmR7Lfg-oAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_bBB8HRDmYQ/s1600-h/P6040242.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072314517694619650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTDgcOzbG4o/RmR7Lfg-oAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_bBB8HRDmYQ/s320/P6040242.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Update on Tom. He is still living indoors, but too big for the windowsill, he now sits by the patio door, looking out. I know it seems cruel, but his recent visit outside resulted in about 100 blackfly!! I was told to spray him....shock horror!!!!! He is organic, I replied and I brought him in and removed all 100 blackfly by hand. He is now 29" tall, with a few tiny yellow flowers. You may just spot his flowers on the first photo. The other photo he was contemplating peddling off into the sunset on the bike on the patio....until he realised he couldn't quite reach the pedals. (Apologies that this picture is on it's side, it is a miracle I managed to add a photo atall, as for how to get it the right way up, it is a complete mystery to me!)</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12452313321274291742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-1890461517735216162007-05-23T00:05:00.001-07:002007-05-23T00:07:11.063-07:00New more spacious home<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MM6B-PVJvkE/RlPoEF2LqVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8RSCvZ2QY-4/s1600-h/Tomatoes+004.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MM6B-PVJvkE/RlPoEF2LqVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8RSCvZ2QY-4/s320/Tomatoes+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067649162708494674" /></a>Julia Testerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03531983819712801619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-70536626393030342822007-05-22T15:11:00.000-07:002007-05-22T15:21:11.862-07:00The Tale of the tomatoesAs you will see by the picture below we had a bad start in life, however we have to say we are now much more settled in a new enlarged home. However one dark night a snail got at one of us and he has become a bit lopsided. We are also concerned that the new home brings expectations of reproduction and to be honest with you we are not sure if we are up to it....him suffering from the snail and that......Also new owner is going to abandon us for the weeks while she goes off gallivanting and entrust us to her grandchildren! Some people...... Still,it could br worse.Julia Testerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03531983819712801619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-68277152650258561872007-05-22T15:05:00.000-07:002007-05-22T15:10:55.888-07:00The Tale of the tomatoes<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MM6B-PVJvkE/RlNqXV2LqUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EqcBuMqSAw4/s1600-h/Tomatoes+001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MM6B-PVJvkE/RlNqXV2LqUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EqcBuMqSAw4/s320/Tomatoes+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067510954955876674" /></a>Julia Testerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03531983819712801619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-13517787262030037772007-05-22T12:47:00.000-07:002007-05-22T12:48:39.533-07:00Progress updateThese people - <a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.tomato.co.uk/" target="_blank">http://www.tomato.co.uk/</a> - like tomatoes so much they set up a design company named after the red delights. We have given them a brief to come up with a name and a design concept for our coterie of plants...we'll be back with the concept as soon as we have it...Ewenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04215442609450555914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-42007084550490330702007-05-22T05:43:00.000-07:002007-05-22T05:50:45.927-07:00Dear friends,<br />Thank you for all these contributions, just let you know my computer still does work <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">properly</span> and I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">difficulty</span> to set up the photos to share with everybody ,I'll try <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">continuously</span>. from Chao-Michaomioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05242447966384927176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-7257888816776179592007-05-20T11:17:00.000-07:002007-06-08T03:41:46.719-07:00Bethnal Green's growth spurt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tpGMFEGWya4/RlCRLZkSDzI/AAAAAAAAAis/wRA9gJdhroM/s1600-h/P5140004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066709205819461426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tpGMFEGWya4/RlCRLZkSDzI/AAAAAAAAAis/wRA9gJdhroM/s400/P5140004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bethnal</span> Green is settling in so well in his namesake; so well he's had a growth spurt and now he's nearly as tall as the building <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">opposite</span> (see earlier updates). This week he's also had a near brush with frame; The Apprentice <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TV</span> programme filmed in his road; if it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wasn't</span> for all the buildings being the same he might have seen whether his window was in the frame!Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928275547542198419noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-2539081032909945952007-05-19T11:10:00.000-07:002007-05-19T11:17:56.862-07:00Tom has a problem with wind!I came home on Thursday to find that someone has repotted Tom and put him in the garden. I must admit to feeling slightly miffed. Afterall, Tom is my plant and I have taken great pride in nurturing him so far..... I didn't need help. Well, I came home for my lunch Friday and was horrified to find that the wind had blown him over and he was bent at a terrible angle, with a damaged leaf and I swear he was shivering from the shock of it all. Well, that was it, he is now safely back inside where I can watch over him and his bent stem is loosly tied to a stake. I just hope he forgives me.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12452313321274291742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-76540177151781529882007-05-15T14:40:00.000-07:002007-05-15T14:54:08.065-07:00"Tom leaves home"Oh, it is with much trepidation that I write this, "Blog" being totally alien to me, but I must progress beyond just mere emails, so here goes....<br />22nd April 2007<br />Chaomi has trusted me to look after and nurture a tomato plant (obviously oblivious to my lack of green fingers - this is the woman who managed to kill a yukka plant and most other green things). Anyway, I call my plant Tom and our journey together begins. We leave the safety of Chaomi's and take the relatively short walk to my house, the wind trying it's hardest to destroy Tom before I even get him home. So his new life starts, on the window sill in my kitchen, watching the world go by............<br />15th May 2007<br />Tom is looking remarkably healthy and has settled into family life well, getting fed at the same time as the cat (I have a better track record with cats, than plants). He is a healthy 18" tall and quite bushy. Am thinking he'll need a bigger pot soon, but can't bring myself to put him outside, as it is too cold.<br />I am about to push a button called "publish" now.... please send me to where I need to go.....here goes....Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12452313321274291742noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-87788440920132116252007-05-15T00:50:00.000-07:002007-05-15T00:51:54.540-07:00A Hello From La Belle Ruby!All I can think of as I contemplate this moment is how wonderful this month of May has been! All this wonderful, life giving rain!!! I am feeling on top of the world right now, my leaves spread lushiously in every direction, my baby buds forming, and soon I will be blooming. I will be covered with tender white flowers, which will change in due course into ruby red fruit. Life is good, life in beautiful, and I’m not the only one who seems to feel that way. The birds, the birds ... have you listened to the birds? It has given me such joy to wake up in the early mornings and listen to that magnificent bird song, a veritable orchestra of sound, full of life and joy and celebration. You see, I am sitting here at the top of this old chimney pot – a bit like those beautiful old chimneys on the roof of Layer Marney Tower (ever been there? Worth a visit, I’ve been told!) – and can view most of this enormous garden, which is slowly gathering in colour and, at the moment, is mostly a sea of greens with splashes of yellow, orange and red. Aaaah, I must stop, my time is up, enough of celebratory musings. Duty calls, my attention and presence is needed. But watch this space, for I will be back soon.chaomioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05242447966384927176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-69628851732443145072007-05-14T12:44:00.000-07:002007-05-14T13:19:25.011-07:00The Fall of Miss Plum<span style="font-size:78%;">WEIGHT: back to nearly a pound<br />HEIGHT: back to just over 17cm<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>MONDAY 14TH MAY</strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><br /></strong>Good evening!<br /><br />A lot has happened over the past day. Yesterday morning I had a small accident. <div><div><div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064506116901967442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dWKK4jspI50/Rki9evy8FlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uCQgPKL3u0Q/s200/PICT0550.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>I was nudged from the height of the desk where I had been resting. Im not gonna lie - I lost a lot of soil. I thought I was a gonner.<br />At first I thought i'd just suffered from depotted syndrom, then I realised,......... </p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dWKK4jspI50/Rki--fy8FnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/muGZshVL04g/s1600-h/PICT0546.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064507761874441842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dWKK4jspI50/Rki--fy8FnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/muGZshVL04g/s200/PICT0546.JPG" width="271" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p>........I had broken my stem</p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dWKK4jspI50/Rki-Nvy8FmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/SUtTs6TmdSU/s1600-h/PICT0548.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064506924355819106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dWKK4jspI50/Rki-Nvy8FmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/SUtTs6TmdSU/s200/PICT0548.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dWKK4jspI50/Rki__Py8FoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Bl5WLEOGWiQ/s1600-h/PICT0551.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064508874270971522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dWKK4jspI50/Rki__Py8FoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Bl5WLEOGWiQ/s200/PICT0551.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dWKK4jspI50/Rki__Py8FoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Bl5WLEOGWiQ/s1600-h/PICT0551.JPG"></a></p><br /><br /><p>I was feeling very sorry for myself..... but then....</p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>...with the spilled soiled gathered at my roots once more, I was taken to the kitchen where I was given some water. After, I was placed on a different table to the desk I had been on, at first I was afraid as I saw what is known as 'cocktail sticks?' coming towards me. They were gently put into my soil and gathered around me like a splint, then I was wrapped in white tissue and bandaged.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064510527833380498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dWKK4jspI50/RkjBffy8FpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4LSoGj-EYwU/s200/PICT0552.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064512898655327906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dWKK4jspI50/RkjDpfy8FqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fBHfjqf8gAM/s200/PICT0553.JPG" border="0" /></p></div></div></div></div><br /><p> </p><p>I feel a lot better today. I was even put on the window sill to get some air. Hopefully my stem will repair. I think it'ss be a couple of weeks before the bandages can be removed.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-14940282351679370562007-05-13T12:55:00.000-07:002007-05-13T12:57:09.809-07:00My friend hates tomato'sSo much so she felt the need to write it down:-<br /><br /><p class="blogSubject">The devil is red and shiney. </p> <p class="blogContent">Don't eat tomatos, have a potato. Trust me, you'll appreciate it much more. There is nothing appealing about the tomato. Their very substance is an attempt to implode, explode, or disintergrate. God gave us the clue in their physical form. The moment a tomato gets close to a knife it simply dissintergrates, it's pussy insides spill out as its the flesh slumps to one side.<br /><br />The stench is one that assults the nose and clings to everything within a ten centimeter radius. The natural will of the tomato is to attatch itself, like some grusome spore, to whichever salad item that comes close, so as to infect said salad quickly and effectively within a moment of tossing. It leaches on to bread, and soaks into the serface equally. And yet every supermarket insists on inserting this foul fruit into eight out of ten sandwiches, with the full knowledge that we cannot ever, no matter how furvently we persist, remove the tomato to replicate a higher standard of fast food.<br /><br />No my friends, do yourself a favour, choose it's more varied yet constant cousin, the noble spud. Boycott the tomato! One day they'll pay, they will all pay...</p>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928275547542198419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-72513632280525907782007-05-13T09:29:00.000-07:002007-05-13T11:52:52.409-07:00Antitomato<a href="http://www.antitomato.com/home.cfm">http://www.antitomato.com/home.cfm</a><br /><br />It's not a perfect fruit!chaomioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05242447966384927176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-11826850519207973382007-05-12T15:38:00.000-07:002007-05-13T11:55:30.368-07:00Welcome Miss Plum !!! (*****must read)FRIDAY MAY 11TH 2007,WEIGHT, under 1poundHEIGHT, 17.2cmBIRTHDAY unknown (so for celebratory purposes roughly around 01/03/2007)FAVOURITE TIPLE: water, if I feeling a bit adventurous maybe a bit of lemonade - I like the bubbles!(lemonade makes me roots tingle)FAVOURITE INSECT: the ladybird, its red body makes my leaves look even greener.PET HATE: snails!!! the bastards! (me aunt cherry was sunbathing in this fantastic allotment once, and this massive antenied freaky sludger of a snail - Burt I believe his name was; slimed his way over across the soil - she couldn't do anything but wait - for two whole days! and 'e got trod on the next day! what a waste!)IDEAL MR T: Tall, Green, Adventurous, GSOH, Doesn't mind a bit of wind.IDEAL ROOT TO ROOT: Mint, - How do they stay so fresh?! Hello!First of all I should introduce myself. My name is Miss Plum. I have sixteen beautiful green leaves (similar to the colour of grass).I am full of clorophyll and raring to grow.I like sunshine, but wilt a little when it's too hot. After sunbathing I sometimes like a bit of rain to cool down.Today has been a crazy day. First of all I was with Chaomious, and then she gave me away! One minute Im in a suitcase, presumably going places then i slumped on some desk that stinks of turps (When I was younger I used to think I was a turnip).Next thing I know, I got some blimin plastic bag being wrapped around me - I mean hello - I'm alive - I need oxygen. You know as soon as you've gone into that really dark place of someones rucksack that your life is gonna be short lived. I thought that was it. i thought the next thing I'd see would be good old burt warbling across white fluffy clouds!Luckily instead, I'm sat in front of this computer. The rooms not bad, bit dim at the mo, I think I could be comfortable here. Not many other tomatoes though. hummm.What's that over there, its narrow an a bit like a thick root - like a cylinder I think, it looks silver inside but has got like a gold nd black wrapper. It's also got a plus at one end and a minus on the other end - humm, whats it say 'DUR,' ooh, hang on 'DURA..DURAC...DURACELL'. 'DURACELL' Where do Duracell grow?What's this down here, there's a blue plastic bit with two holes, one slightly larger then the other then they join by two long metal things that overlapSCISSORS, oh my god oh my god, SCISSORS! sCISSORS! TOMATO ALERT TOMATO ALERT, THERE ARE SCISSORS NEARBY - SENDING SOS - SCISSORS!!!!!!!!!!!to be cont.....<br />11 May 2007 14:53 from Sarah Elchaomioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05242447966384927176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-17037165052258879212007-05-12T04:04:00.000-07:002007-05-14T08:00:20.263-07:00My new tomato plant (Welcome Bethnal Green!!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tpGMFEGWya4/RkWfzQfmI3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/jSlkUQwTbDQ/s1600-h/P5060011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063629058997625714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tpGMFEGWya4/RkWfzQfmI3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/jSlkUQwTbDQ/s400/P5060011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tpGMFEGWya4/RkWf0AfmI4I/AAAAAAAAAds/a1VLy4JntwA/s1600-h/P5060012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063629071882527618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tpGMFEGWya4/RkWf0AfmI4I/AAAAAAAAAds/a1VLy4JntwA/s400/P5060012.JPG" border="0" /></a>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928275547542198419noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-54144497941193273412007-05-09T13:44:00.000-07:002007-05-12T15:05:30.765-07:00Travelling Tomato Plants<span style="color:#660000;">There are so many tomato plants in my garden, I don't know if the people like them or they could enjoy to look after the plants, if they would tell me about their tomato plants?If they are just normal tomato plants?</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">I'm very happy most of tomato plants have gone, I imagine everyone has their own journey and I wonder where they up to?</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">It's very exciting to see Wendy's tomato plant because they live in London.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">In the photos the plant is growing very well and beautifully,I'm sure they are very happy.</span>chaomioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05242447966384927176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-6883115364361409042007-05-06T16:25:00.000-07:002007-05-06T16:36:07.154-07:00Who drawn it?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FH2TpqXrXg/Rj5lHe8shVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Q_M5VolId_g/s1600-h/sedge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FH2TpqXrXg/Rj5lHe8shVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Q_M5VolId_g/s400/sedge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061594210452145490" border="0" /></a>chaomioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05242447966384927176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879392806839137223.post-75764270921449708282007-05-03T14:52:00.000-07:002007-05-03T15:16:09.181-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FH2TpqXrXg/Rjpdze8shRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XeVFaCoRR2A/s1600-h/seaweedrock.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060460270366524690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FH2TpqXrXg/Rjpdze8shRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XeVFaCoRR2A/s320/seaweedrock.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><br /><tbody><br /><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><br /><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">"At its most successful, my 'touch' looks into the heart of nature; most days I don't even get close. These things are all part of a transient process that I cannot understand unless my touch is also transient-only in this way can the cycle remain unbroken and the process be complete." -Andy Goldsworthy </span></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.arthistory.sbc.edu/artartists/photoandy.html">http://www.arthistory.sbc.edu/artartists/photoandy.html</a></div></td></tr><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Nature</strong></span></em> <td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table>chaomioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05242447966384927176noreply@blogger.com3