I made a little foray into gardening this year. Since my flower beds are all rocked instead of mulched (not my choice; in fact I’ve been trying to get rid of them since we moved in here), there was no way that I would be willing to convert one of those into a veggie garden. Unfortunately, the rest of my backyard is pretty shady, so I decided to give container gardening a try. Turns out, I’m not so good at growing things from seed. Actually, I’m really bad at it. We got one nice crop of lettuces and some spinach and ONE lonely radish. My herbs all died and had to be replaced by plants from the farmer’s market. I managed to grow two cherry tomato plants, two Beefsteak tomato plants and one Roma tomato plant. They all look incredibly sad and pathetic. Their leaves are rotting off and all of the Beefsteak tomatoes rot from the inside out before they manage to ripen. It has all been depressing, really.
The one small ray of hope was the Roma plant. It had no leaves left, but there were at least ten lovely tomatoes ripening on it and starting to look really nice. Mike checked on them on Thursday and declared most of them “nearly ripe”. So Friday evening, I went out back to check on them. Much to my surprise, there were NO RIPENING TOMATOES! Only three greens ones were still there. It was windy yesterday, but there were no ripe tomatoes on the ground around the plant, and the plant itself looked no worse than it had the day before.
Well, no motion-sensing cameras or forensic science was necessary to determine the identity of the tomato thief. Sadly, we have been harboring her within our very home. The evidence is still circumstantial, but we have every reason to believe that she feels no remorse for her crimes and her chances of recidivism are approximately 100%. Lock up your tomato plants! Protect the children! She is armed with cuteness, but don’t be fooled.