It’s been three years since the dismal Tomato Project. The plant didn’t produce a lot of fruit and the experience dampened my enthusiasm for growing fruits and vegetables. The next summer I planted a cucumber plant that bore one cuke. The passage of time helps and I eventually got over my deep emotional wounds.
“Maybe I’ll try growing cherry tomatoes this summer…” was my thought until I decided to stick with what works. The two basil plants are doing very well this year. The rosemary is also growing but the oregano seems to be struggling. The empty pot on the patio with the tomato cage still bothered me and I kept thinking about planting something else. I had noticed the clump of dead grass in the pot and didn’t give it a second thought until this morning.
It moved. Maybe it was my imagination.
It moved again. So I watered it to see what would emerge. When the head popped out I thought it was a snake. When the tiny creature crawled completely out from under the grass I was surprised to see a baby bunny. The tiny bunny butt is at the top of the pot.
I obviously cannot plant anything in that pot.
I’m growing bunnies instead.
The final tomato. As you can see, the plant has stopped budding, all flowers have fallen off, and there has been no new growth for some time.
2014 Summary – 6 total fruit, 3 edible.
(unless this little fella ripens…)
The two pots of basil also did not do well. Some folks have no difficulties growing basil I seem to have the opposite effect on herbs. The purple basil died during a short heat spell. The other sweet basil plant (you can see the tip of the plant in the SW corner of the picture) is anemic.
Reminds me of the summer I tried to grow cilantro. It’s easier for me to pay fifty cents at the store when I want fresh cilantro.
Memo to Self – scratch “farmer” of list of possible second act careers.
We harvested our first tomatoes from the plant. They actually came off the plant several days ago but I couldn’t bring myself to eat them.
But tonight that all changed.
TACOS! Simple, fast, yummy.
The big boy got cut up. The little one was spared.
I broke down and ate the little one yesterday.