Donated plants survive where others didn’t
Because I let my coworkers and friends know that I was a bozo and put not-yet-decomposed wood in places in my garden, (and thereby making the soil extremely nitrogen-deficient, which caused most of my tomato plants to die) they have been sympathetic.
I got donations of healthy volunteer tomato plants from friends’ gardens, as well as three little plants from different friend who started them from seed and then ran out of room in her garden. Those three plants didn’t look happy when I got them; they were root-bound in their containers and longing for freedom.
I added extra nitrogen to the soil before I planted my donated tomatoes.
I took that pic this morning of the three plants. Aren’t they happy? When I got them, they were spindly and about four inches tall.
The volunteers that I got from friends didn’t fare as well at first. For one, they were quite happy where they were; in somebody’s garden, growing quite happily and hogging the sunshine. One died within a week.
This cherry tomato was huge when Carol Clark gave it to me and full of blossoms. It flirted with death, but decided to live. I trimmed a lot of the dead branches and it seems happier for it. I’m hoping it forgives me for making it move and starts blooming again.
My friend who gave me this one had no idea what kind of tomato it was, and at this point, I don’t care. It also acted like it was going to die, but after I cut off all the sorry-looking branches, it revived.