Him: Don't dig up my grass
Her: Fresh veggies taste way better then grocery store ones
Him: Don't dig up my grass
In our old house after 4 years of badgering, I finally won the right to a very small patch of grass that became my vegetable garden. I grew some tomatoes, cucumbers, green peppers and okra which were all very good, except the okra yielded enough to make one serving of fried okra. One. From 5 plants. The next year, Jason veto'ed the mini-garden and I planted a lone soldier tomato plant in an exisiting flower bed. I put a little fence around the lone plant to protect it from vultures (aka, Sable and Cujo) but Sable managed to squeeze her way into the fence and help her self to many a green tomato. Poor Cujo could do nothing but beg Sable to pass out some loot to him outside the fence - and you can only guess how many times she was willing to share. So that garden year was also a bust.
Once we moved into our new house, Jason was clear that not a single blade of grass was going to be sacrified for any tomato plant. Nor would he allow for an "ugly" tomato plant to be planted on the front yard side of our fence. Finally, at Lowes I saw my perfect solution - a container planter with a built in support cage - tomatos meant to grow on a deck! I bought one while Jason was out of town (hehehe.) After a week or two, it was pretty clear that this Big Boy was going to out grow the small support cage and we needed a better option. I went to Lowes (again, while Jason was out of town) and bought a larger pot and a metal tomato cage that I could just stab into the pot soil, and then transplanted my masterpiece into the new pot. Unfortunately the old too-small cage was entangled in the branches already, and I literally had to rip off several branches to get the poor thing out. Broken branches aside, Big Boy was ready to go in his new digs, and I watered him into bliss.
A few more weeks pass, and the monsoons of Greenville start. That limited the times I had to go out and water the plant since it was getting a little soaking nearly every day. After Memorial weekend gave it 4 inches of rain, I noticed, through the window and the downpours, that it had a lake of water in the pot. Once the rain finally stopped, I dumped the water and realized that the stupid pot did not have a drainage hole! I see that the plant has sprouted roots out of the lower part of the stem and the leaves are turning yellow. I've drowned my poor, hard earned tomato plant. :*(
Jason shows some sympathy and comes outside with a giant drill bit ... and WHOOSH ... I could hear a sigh of relief while the poor thing drains out a gallon of excess water.
Today we are on the road to recovery. My little fighter has new growth amongst the yellow leaves.
And I am proud to announce the budding of....
Our first tomato. *sniff*
loved this post :) I myself kill anything that is green. I can barely remember to give our dog water, let alone a plane, so I'm very impressed!!
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