For all of my new readers, this is my first tomato plant.
Hence, my fascination with actually growing something.
I have tomatoes! But I’m trying to figure out why I only have two.
Happy 4th to all.
A little over three months ago I attended a wedding. When the pictures from a number of sources started showing up I noticed something that disturbed me.
“Who is that old fat guy?”
It was time to get serious, again. The last time I got serious the scales tipped over 370 pounds. I say “over” because I stopped weighing myself when the scale hit 370. I was twenty years old. So I got serious and lost over 200 pounds. After nine months of employing strict lifestyle changes I got down to 163.
Pictures don’t lie (unless they were Photoshopped). I needed to drop a few pounds.
At weigh-in this morning the scale showed 187. I’m 13 pounds lighter than I was at the wedding.
Must be the yogurt.
My little green tomato has a new little buddy. The leaves and stalks eaten by the flea beetles have wilted and died off the vine. Our friends from across the street have experience with garden tomatoes. I was warned about squirrels and birds.
The tomato plant has been caged and sprayed with some environmentally friendly anti-flea beetle stuff. Look in the middle of the photo. TOMATO!
Someone gave my wife and several of her coworkers tomato plants. While some folks didn’t want to have anything to do with a tomato plant, the tiny, green six inch tall plant came home one night. It was re-gifted to me. I decided to stick it in a pot and see if I could grow tomatoes. The tomato plant got big real quick. Which brings me to Father’s Day. I never thought I would be out on Father’s Day buying a tomato cage and something to dissuade flea beetles from eating my plant.
Nothing in life is free. The bug stuff and cage cost over $15.00.
I have a classic case of the brown thumb and can kill any plant assigned to me for care. I hope I get some tomatoes out of this.
My first tomato plant.