"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Monday, July 28, 2008
In the Back 40
The little, or grape, tomatoes are doing fine, but the big ones, well, something has gotten them with a vengeance.
On a better note, barn swallows were hawking the Union St. Bridge over the Gowanus this evening.
This was my first ever try at growing tomatoes on my own (not counting the family plot nor an old girlfriend who did most of the work), and I'm happy to get any at all. I'm eating grape tomatoes every other day right now. Sweet, just a touch tart, crisp. Good enough for this world.
The little, or grape, tomatoes are doing fine, but the big ones, well, something has gotten them with a vengeance.
3 comments:
Yech. You must be crestfallen; I would be.
This was my first ever try at growing tomatoes on my own (not counting the family plot nor an old girlfriend who did most of the work), and I'm happy to get any at all. I'm eating grape tomatoes every other day right now. Sweet, just a touch tart, crisp. Good enough for this world.
That tomato malady looks like blossom end rot. The lot of a tomato farmer is a hard one.
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