I picked my first tomato yesterday which I plan to eat as soon as this post goes up. I had to go out into THE WORLD a few minutes ago for Duke’s Mayo and some wine. It’s from the cheat plant, but my early girl and my Golden Jubilee and my yellow plums all have fruit. The cheat plant has a second nearly ripe tomato and probably TEN other ones. The plant is healthy other than a few holes in the leaves. I am the best gardener in the world! Well, not really. The Pink Brandywine plant is huge very healthy but the flowers are still not setting fruit. I may have to hand pollinate or something. The San Marzano has a few flowers but no fruit yet. I’ve been trying to give those two plenty of water. They get the least amount of sunshine.
All of my pepper plants are in various stages of death. All three bell pepper plants have some sort of fungus or something. It’s probably time to just call time of death and start over with new peppers in new pot with new dirt and a bleached out pot. That sounds like a lot of trouble at this point. The herbs are all still doing great. The cilantro is trying to bolt and I keep cutting it back. There are basil plants in the pots with the sick peppers and they are doing fine. What kind of thing prefers pepper leaves over tasty, tasty peppers. Even my Tabasco plant seems to be trying to die. The only pepper plant that is thriving is the red chili pepper.
My yard kid came today, ON A SUNDAY! We do not cut the grass or use a leaf blower in the south on a Sunday. His dad had dropped him off so I had him cut my front and the neighbor’s front quick and in a hurry and told him please not to come on Sunday anymore. I sure my parents are rolling over in their graves at this transgression.
After I returned from the Duke’s I was quick to put on my clean jammies straight from the fluff and fold. The fluff and fold is under new management and the new folks are FANTASTIC folders. It’s startling really. They must be former military. Every t-shirt is folded to stack in precisely the same shape regardless of size. So I freed the girls and got into a white pajama shorts set. Then I realize I had not watered. I just went out and did it half nekkid.
Now I’m off to eat my first homegrown tomato of the season. I should have bought bread and bacon and lettuce, but there is plenty of time for that. I hope the fluff and fold folks are good at getting tomato juice out of white PJs.
Oh and one more thing! Banjo is a tomato connoisseur. If I give him a bit of store-bought tomato or one of those cardboard ones off a fast food burger he will not eat it. But he will drive me crazy begging for homegrown tomatoes.
How are things in your garden?