Jen's rooftop tomatoes

and peppers and zuchinni, armed to the teeth against the dreaded squirrels and birds and the occasional wandering cat produce weeks earlier than our crop down at Floyd Bennett. Maybe both gardens are microclimates, Jen's with the hot baking sun and ours with the cooler ocean breezes and temperatures. Who knows? I do know that watering her veggies put the bug in Joe and I to try our hands at our own vegetable garden, so we have her to thank for the inspiration.