Oh our tomatoes! I think the gardener's heart in me might just be breaking.
This year we built a large, very large by our standards, bed for these babies of ours and in the late spring, I faithfully transplanted all (or most) of our volunteers to their permanent {summer} home. Because I have never grown tomatoes from seed before, I knew that this year would be experimental for me {and that there might be some casualties) but I never dreamed of this!
Nearly all of our tomato plants are dead! Ack! AND to add insult to injury, the hens are pecking away at the few that are indeed ripening! It feels like such a sad climax to what has been an only mediocre season in our garden.
The late coming of spring, the extraordinary amount of rain, the hens, and my relative inexperience have ensured a pretty poor showing from the garden this year. I suppose I have learned a few things (note the grumbling and arms crossed) and have made some mistakes that I won't make again (keep the hens out of the beds, for one). Most importantly, though, it is another lesson in relinquishing control (for me). Some years will be good; others won't.
























