
That translates to "poor little tomatoes," and they are my subject today.
I have always wanted to grow tomatoes. Ever since seeing my mother's full, vibrant cherry tomato plants lined up against the south wall of our house I've dreamed of having my own. I have no idea if she grew hers from seed or starters; it didn't occur to me that anyone grew tomatoes from starter plants at first because, being the cheapskate I am, I grow everything from seed only. It's sort of a rule; an obstinate, obstinate rule. :)
So back in February or so, I decided to start my own tomatoes (both cherry and an heirloom variety) from seed, in a little mini greenhouse I bought from
Wal-Mart of all places. Tiny future plants were placed in moist peat patches, covered with a plastic lid and lived happily on the third shelf of the baker's rack for some time.
I checked them nearly every day, remembering that last year's outside crop - consisting of zucchini, green beans, squash, radishes, scallions and pumpkin - was completely washed out by a late summer three-day rain fest (which yielded me a job, but that's another story...). Thus, this indoor battalion might be the only thing to harvest come August.
Known for my impatience, I surprised even myself by forcing the tomatoes to live out-of-doors far too early, sometime in early May. I did not pot them until early June, and I put them in so many different places that some were bound to survive. My garden patch in the back was all shade, so that yielded
nada. But the side yard's runoff patch (not even intended for growing anything but a holly bush) proved to be the magic spot, and over a dozen plants sprung up there almost overnight!
I babied them. My housemates thought it quite amusing, my constant
gardener-ing. But it paid off; when I moved to Wisconsin I gave away four cherry tomato plants, already producing fruit weekly, left five or so in the ground for whomever wanted them. For myself, I uprooted about six plants, potted them in large plastic bins and they rode alongside
Pousse-
Pousse (my cat) in the backseat all the way to Madison.
The apartment complex has plenty of sunny space around the building, and despite the schizophrenic weather (in one day: cold, then misty, rain, humid, then into the 90s) they are producing fruit now. Judging by the leaves, about half are heirloom and the other cherry. It's my own fault for not keeping them labeled when I potted from the mini greenhouse!
So, these poor little tomatoes may bloom yet. I think they have been quite
accommodating. As you see, I've got three to show so far. And that's not bad for a first-time gardener, planting from seed and having to move them precisely when they should stay put! :)
To the seasoned tomato-growers, I salute you! Tomatoes are a labor of love, but well worth it. How are you using your crop?