Why don’t you like me, pretty heirloom tomato?

It’s hard for me to talk about this. I’ve had a garden almost every year for the last 20 years, no matter what craziness was going on in life. We always managed to get the garden in. This year, for the first time, I passed the baton to my daughter. We agreed to try a new approach since she was expecting her second child and didn’t relish the thought of weeding on her hands and knees. We would plant the seedlings in 5 gallon containers. Seemed legit. So off we went to purchase only organic and heirloom plants and lots of buckets and soil. The little plants were lovingly placed in their new home and we watched with hopeful and naive expectation as the little plants grew and developed flowers and then, oh joy of joys, little fruit. The first heirloom tomatoes were just breathtakingly beautiful. We set them on the kitchen counter and oohed and ahhed, and only patted ourselves on the back once or twice. And then, it happened. Betrayal. Some of the little tomatoes developed dark spots. Some of them were stolen by brazen, immoral birds. And then the vines began to seriously struggle. And then, my heart breaks to say it, die. I know the reasons for most of the tragedy…heat, stupidly extreme heat, over watering, under watering. Mean spirited birds I can’t explain, however.  It’s ok. I’m mostly over it. My daughter says she’ll never garden again. But she will. Next year. There’s always next year… Meanwhile, I enjoyed this article and it’s accompanying beautiful photo of heirloom tomatoes. It almost gives me hope…!

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