This summer was the first time I have attempted to grow tomatoes.
Growing tomatoes is like a dire punishment for some serious crime against humanity.
They are more work than a litter of blind puppies.
Honestly, my 4 heirlooms, now more than 2 meters tall, have been very similar to taking on 4 Romanian orphans, all under 3, all with serious health conditions. Watering twice daily, feeding twice weekly, treatments for mildew, constant pruning, tying up rogue branches, blah blah blah!
Today, I have a few green tomatoes hanging off these gangly triffids. They will never go red, there is not enough time. Oh, sure, I could pick and bag the green tomatoes with bananas to be exposed to ethylenes (sp?) and ripen off the plant. But that costs sweetness, which rather defeats the purpose.
Nah - this year the peas, the lettuce, the cabbages, the beets, the herbs, the limes - they all went really well, with little effort. But, Oh, the Humanity - these tomatoes. They have beaten me to a puree.
Nah, never again.
Meantime, does anyone have a good recipe for fried green tomatoes, thats all my plants will ever be good for.
Also, who do I contact to organise 4 Romanian orphans with serious medical conditions. After my heirlooms, looking after them will be like a holiday in the sun.
Yes, the sun - remember that round, glowy, orangey thing we used to see in the sky in summer?