Fruits of labor

Our whiskey barrel garden exceeded expectations this summer. With a lack of sun and tainted soil (thanks to the walnut trees), we planted our garden in containers instead and hoped for the best. Thanks in no small part to Mr. Pickhardt who supplied us with all the homegrown vegge seedlings, we harvested eggplants, peppers, tons of basil, and amazing tomatoes! Henry and Bryn LOVE the tomatoes and beg me to pick them every time we are outside. They don't understand the concept of waiting until they are ripe to pick them. Depending how you look at it, Henry is the worst (or best) at getting his small hands through the deck slats to pull the tomatoes off the vine. They could proably eat dozens of them at a time but I have to keep some for myself!
This tomato was the last one and I told them to share it. They alternated bites and kept on smiling. No small feat, I must say!