I really shouldn’t be calling these woes (it could certainly be worse)…But it sounded good with “taymose” which is how the baby (she’s nearly two but I can’t seem to stop referring to her as “the baby”) pronounces “tomatoes”.
We have lost equal amounts of tomatoes this season to the Baby Tomato Caper as we have to blossom end rot (maybe a dozen fruits to each). But, I ate my first two ripe tomatoes today! One yellow sun cherry (which I shared with the Chief Taymose Picker) and an orange icicle that I ate with romaine, spinach, sweet potato and hot sauce on pumpernickel bread. It was all so exciting (hahaha) I neglected to get pictures of either. Both tomatoes were bursting with freshness and sweet and tart and worth the eyesore they are in the garden. Maybe eyesore is a bit harsh.
When tomato plants are bushy and tall and lush they look great. My tomato plants are not bushy or lush. They are sort of tall but look more spindly and sad than the tomato forest I envisioned. The pictures above are not the greatest, but you can see the dirt is more noticeable than the plants in the curving garden bed. They are planted in the first bed that you see when you walk into the garden (making them more susceptible to Baby Tomato Caper). They are at the top of a slope so there is decreased moisture (making them more susceptible to blossom end rot). So the important question here is:
What good are woes without plans to turn them into “whoas!”?…
Fruitless complaints! Hahahaha
So here are my plans to improve the tomato situation next year:
I am going to plant them down in the back nine. Where the sorghum and cucumber obelisk grows now. Also I am going to think harder about the number of plants. I’m thinking 17 or 19. Because I like odd numbers and because 25 is a few too many. I like having multiple varieties (we have 7 now), but tomato plants are kind of high-maintenance. Suckering, tying them up, plus the plants stink and leave a residue on your hands that is hard to scrub out if you’ve spent awhile wrangling them. In the meantime, I will continue to guide “the baby” to picking the little yellow “starbees” (strawberries) instead of the green “taymose” and hope for more vine-ripened goodness soon!