My tomato plants are out of control. They have long since dwarfed me (not saying much), and are now towering over my husband (saying much, much more). At this rate, I’ll be able to climb my tomato stalks and bribe my way into heaven by August. Or is God cracking down on illegals, too?
See my little tomatoes? They’re Caspian pinks, a Russian heirloom. Look how cute and misshapen one of them is. It’s all I can do not to eat it up this second.
All of the gardening books I skimmed said that the best plants for novice gardeners to start with are radishes. Even children can grow radishes, they assured me. Based on my experience, however, they were talking about expensively preschooled, genius children. My radishes have no radish attached to them. Just a skinny, radish-colored root. They suck.
Better candidates, I think, would be tomato plants. From the looks of it, even a stem cell can grow them. Or, at least, a stem cell that stumbled upon the perfect tomato-growing conditions completely by accident. (Take that, stem cells. You think you’re so smart.)
Are tomato plants supposed to be this gigantic?
Also, check out the roses (middle front row, and middle back row). They totally rebounded, no thanks to me. The brown leaves all fell off and by the time I got back from vacation, they had all new green leaves and some buds. I guess the only one the roses had a problem with was me.