From the ittiest, bittiest cherry tomatoes (some smaller than a peppercorn at this point)
To the soft and mysterious Dusty Miller
To the beginnings of an okra flower, these are busy days in the little balcony garden.
Things change in a matter of hours: tomatoes ripen, peppers swell, the occasional morning glory shows itself, mint tries to creep in every other pot it can find, kale leaves disappear into the mouths of voracious cabbage butterfly caterpillars.
Some changes are better than others but they are all interesting to watch.
In response to this week’s theme Close up
Cynthia M Voss 
I remember okra plants, from my father’s garden. Lovely post, Cynthia.
Thanks, Damyanti! This is my first time growing them and they seem to be doing well. How do you like to eat okra? I’ve had it breaded and fried, in soups, and stir-fried, but I don’t know much else to do with it.
Love the images!
Thank you for saying so!