I suppose I should call this a balcony update rather than a garden update, as my first tomato appeared yesterday (do you see it??!!) in one of the 5 self-watering containers on my balcony, not my community garden plot.
My balcony tomato plants are energetic, to say the least:
They, along with the cilantro and peppers, have been growing like weeds in the deep, rich, hard-to-over-or-under-water soil. My tomato plants in the community garden, on the other hand, are finally picking up. For the longest time they were wilted and are still fairly fledgling.
But yesterday when I saw that first small, green tomato in my container I nearly cried. Instead, I took a picture. For you. Hoping you’ll be as excited as I am.
I’ve been eating my arugula daily for the past week, stuffing my face with salads as new leaves come in and I pull the ambitious weeds from between the rows. Caramelized pecans, raw sheeps milk cheese, balsamic-maple vinaigrettes, grilled carrots and eggplants galore fill out the first course. I’m eating like a green-thumbed queen, though none of those other things actually came from my garden. The arugula is a little slimy like okra, a little lemony like sorrel, and a little peppery…like arugula. All this to say, it’s perfect.
Just like my little green, growing tomato. I imagine parents talk this way about their children. Other children are menaces. Their children are always perfect.
I don’t want children. Just tomatoes.
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