My last green tomatoes are slowly turning red. They don’t have that fresh, juicy garden-tomato taste, but they do taste like tomatoes, even though they look wrinkly-old. Sort of like me. I still have flavor even though my outer appearance isn’t as fresh and juicy as it used to be.
I asked for 2 tomato plants. My friend gave me 2 of each, which adds up to 12. Oh, they are beautiful, those tiny baby plants. So small. So full of promise. Sungold. Cherokee. Brandywine. Hogheart. They are in the incubator of the solarium this week before going outdoors to play and to grow. WhenRead more about Tomato Seedlings[…]