All for the love of tomatoes…
I start dreaming of tomatoes in January when I get the catalogues. Then I start with a small step in February by planting a couple dozen small seeds with visions of canning dozens of jars of salsa, tomato sauce and tomatoes.
During the winter and spring, tomatoes at the grocery store are dead to me. I refuse to even go there. What is the point in eating dry, tasteless, EXPENSIVE pieces of... well you know where I am going... cardboard.
Everything from February on is geared toward the goal of a bountiful harvest of home-grown tomatoes. Oh, sure, I do grow a lot of other things, but they are they are all sidelines, the wallflowers of the garden. The tomato is the prom queen.
The compost pile I hike outside to on freezing winter days is for the tomato. The addition of new beds, with hundreds of dollars of new soil, with everything my precious bambinos are going to need - it's all for the tomato. All this for the heavenly first bite of the fresh sun rippened tomato.
June found me heartbroken, pulling up dying, diseased tomato plants, which Dennis Hill attributed to late blight or microscopic insects, and here is July - still pulling up dying tomato plants with curly leaf virus.
I am just so happy I don't depend on my garden to keep me alive. Let's just say, it would be a short, hungry life.
I finally had one ripe pear tomato and a promise of more with one healthy plant. Out of the twenty original plants, I have about five healthy plants left with green tomatoes. Maybe I won't have to buy all my tomatoes from the farmers market.
"It's difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato."
Lewis Grizzard quotes