This morning I had a craving: Tomato plants. I didn't crave the taste, just the plant.
I should have tomato plants growing within reach. What's wrong with me? It's July 30 and any tomato grower knows that by mid-May they should be out braving the elements. But alas, mid-May I was packing my suitcase. It's only now, thirty days at home, and the prospect of 2 more months of summer that it occurred to me that there might be a homeless, orphaned tomato plant, so I went shopping. Here they are: Annie 1 and Annie 2. Annie 1 even has a tomato that could be picked for supper! BONUS!!
This patch of dirt was recently rid of a huge overgrown pyracantha with numerous cottonwoods seeded into it. Or maybe they arrived by traveling root--I don't know, but they were 8-10 feet high (3 meters, eh?). Perfect mostly sunny spot, inside a protective patio wall - what's not to like? GROW!!
btw: It's a jungle out there: I was surrounded by wasps at the front of the house, and bitten by mosquitos at the back of the house. What's to do in 88ºF/31ºC temps? Sit inside, knit some little projects, and listen (keeping one eye on) to "Days"... (poor Elvis)
