I just went over to my sad, neglected P-Patch, and found to my shock (but in retrospect, not much surprise - could see this coming, really) that it really wasn't sad at all, but rather teenagerishly rebellious. My tomatoes seem to be thriving on my neglect and have completed their takeover of the plot. Not so much everything else - the cucumbers were sad (and cat-nibbled) to start with and the lettuce had long since bolted in the heat. The carrots and leeks are all calmly neutral. But the Tomatoes! (Next, the World.) (As soon as they find two white lab mice to do their bidding.)
I picked at least five pounds of them. No - make that six - five pound of the cherry tomatoes: red and Sungold and Yellow Pear, and the other pound for me: a few Romas and Zebra tomatoes. Have I mentioned that 90% of my tomato plants are volunteers? I hardly made a dent in them.
Anyway - the volunteer tomatoes have just volunteered themselves for the Food Bank: all five pounds of them. And I offered picking rights to several of my neighboring P-Patchers with the plea: Please! Help me keep up with these monsters!
I picked at least five pounds of them. No - make that six - five pound of the cherry tomatoes: red and Sungold and Yellow Pear, and the other pound for me: a few Romas and Zebra tomatoes. Have I mentioned that 90% of my tomato plants are volunteers? I hardly made a dent in them.
Anyway - the volunteer tomatoes have just volunteered themselves for the Food Bank: all five pounds of them. And I offered picking rights to several of my neighboring P-Patchers with the plea: Please! Help me keep up with these monsters!