Sunday, June 26, 2005
About Me
- Name: Pykspeeks Rides Again
The usual - ramblings of someone who can't find anything better to do at the time! Former P. A., freelance photojournalist (untrained, just got lucky) on small town paper whose work dried up. Now retired and busy every day.
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4 Comments:
Our tomato plants are tall and we do have some blossoms but so far no little green tomaotes. I love tomatoes from the garden. Tom eats them like they were apples.
It's tempting, diane, to let the plants keep growing but the gentleman who gave me the plants said to top 'em off when there's about 5 trusses established - I suppose it's a case of quality, not quantity?
It'll be interesting when my mini-tom plants start producing fruit - they're in the hanging baskets. I wonder if the baskets will start tipping up with the weight of fruit?
I like to eat them straight off the vine, too.
In the UK we tend to pick the reddest, ripest tomatoes but when I was living in Portugal the housewives eschewed red toms for those with still were half green. Actually I enjoyed them, too! Mmmm, sliced tomato and sweet onions with olive oil and wine vinegar drizzled over, topped off with a few basil leaves.
OK, that's lunch sorted!!
I love tomatos too, but they don't like me as much. I did plant some orange grape tomatos and I am trusting they will be sweet and low acid. Tons of basil, flat parsley, sage, oregano and rosemary in the garden along with the ever present chives. I also have some yarrow in for the butterflies and sweet william and impatients just to make it pretty.
Just love summer when a garden grows because of good weather.
Everything's coming along leaps and bounds at the moment. I love the smell of sweet williams.
My step father was called William. My mum planted alternately in the garden: sweet william .. forget me nots! Awwwww
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