the rewards of slackerdomIf you've been with me for awhile, you know that this summer was my first attempt at any serious gardening. I killed a few plants on the patio, but I also managed to harvest some yellow squash, some grape tomatoes, and some Patio tomatoes, and a number of herbs.
Then there was the Lemon Boy tomato plant. It produced two yummy yellow tomatoes right at the start of the season, and then, nothing. Nada. I got some clusters of grape tomatoes, ate the Patios, and wondered what to do about the Lemon Boys. Blossoms would come and go. Nothing. But it was too hot and I was too lazy to figure out what to do. Or too codependent. I kept watering, in hope, like the Cubs fan I was brought up to be. There was no obvious signs of disease or infestation.
This week I decided to really clean up the patio. Husband and I swept up the leaves that have blow in over the walls, and I tossed out the most egregiously dead items. And as I was preparing to finally cut the Lemon Boy down, my eyes were caught by this:
And there's more, like four or five! I had moved the tomatoes to a more sunnier location when the sun's angle changed, and look what happened.
With our unseasonably warm temperatures, I'm hoping to keep these going long enough to harvest.