Do you see what I see out of my kitchen window?
When I was younger the biggest compliment I could give about a tomato was to say that it tasted and smelled like a greenhouse. What I actually meant was that it reminded me of my grandmother’s tomatoes. She has had a greenhouse for as long as I can remember in which she grows tomatoes, cucumbers, and zucchini. As soon as you would walk into that greenhouse you would be enveloped in this vibrant green, vegetable smell. I love that when I pinch my mother-in-law’s tomato plants, my fingers end up taking on that greenhouse smell.
The Impish Husband and I were up in Boston two weeks ago for a wedding. We spent Saturday night at his sister Em’s place, catching up on some quality time with her and her husband. On Saturday Em took us to Russo’s so that she could pick up some veggie plants and herbs for the new raised flower bed she had just made.
Well my mother-in-law is back from the Czech Republic and has resumed her watchful post over her garden. Things are of course still coming along beautifully and I’m sure all her plantlings are appreciating that they’re no longer parched throughout the week and suddenly practically drowning when I finally show up on the weekends.
I do think the tomato plants are starting to finally slow down their reckless growth by a hair. What do you think? This was last week’s state of things:
I caught this little guy hiding out on one of the mint leaves in my mother-in-law’s garden. He had a little buddy with him, but he scuttled under the leaf as soon as he saw me coming. Until now most of the pictures I’d taken had been with the Canon 50mm lens I’d treated myself to when the Impish Husband bought me my new DSLR. This was shot with an older 28-80mm lens I inherited from him. It’s fun being able to pull things in a bit closer with this lens and having more freedom with framing shots. I had to peek in through an opening in the leaves to get this shot without sending him off to join his buddy on the other side of the leaf.
Well my photo diary of the Tomato Chronicles has just payed off. I walked into the greenhouse Saturday morning and was surprised by how few little growths I could see that needed pinching. I felt triumphant at first, thinking I had trained the plantlings well. That I had made them realize that their energy would be better spent in growing lots of little blossoms that would soon give rise to juicy, tasty tomato globes. Ha! I was so wrong…
But first things first. This was last week’s tomato status pic:
We have a little courtyard out back behind our apartment. When we first moved to the city after college I was determined to make a garden out of it. My mother-in-law had planted azaleas, euonymus, and a rhododendron that bloomed beautifully that first year but quickly succumbed to the combination of shade and poor drainage after that. The eunymus has hung on but has grown scraggly from my lack of attention these last few years. I had also furiously planted tulips, and crocuses and snow drops all of which still pop up in the spring to give me a brief glimpse of color before everything fades back to a shady green. Now the only thing in bloom in my garden is a solitary allium.