Remember back in March when we planted those cute little tomato plants? They were so small and unassuming, and fit so nicely in our little garden.
Well. Now they are the tomatoes-about-to-eat-the-house. They’re huge! And growing. And they have dozens of little green tomatoes hiding under the leaves. I’m waiting with bated breath for a couple more weeks of sunny days and fresh tomato salad. I had to tie up the wayward branches this morning so they wouldn’t droop to the ground under the weight of all those capreses-to-be. We have 3 kinds: June Pink (which was supposed to be the earliest, but which hasn’t done much yet), Cherokee purple (my favorite from last year) and Mr. Stripey, which I’ve never grown before but which literally has about 50 baby tomatoes on it right now. Plus a volunteer Sun Gold that must have re-seeded itself from last year’s plant. Yum!