Still no progress on the home tomato front, but fortunately I have my coworkers to pick up the slack. This one came in from Hattie, who lives in Sunnyvale, where they have to get more sunshine or risk charges of false advertising. So she is apparently getting a good crop of tomatoes– yellow and red, because she took two seedlings and I wasn’t keeping track of what was what– and she was nice enough to bring one in for me. (I ate it and it was every bit as delicious as I hope my own tomatoes will someday become.)
I’m starting to think I’m going about this gardening thing all wrong. Maybe I should just outsource it.
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Do you ever feel like yelling "Tomatoes!" and shaking your fist at the sky? I felt like that for a while before I gave up on growing tomatoes.