While everyone else’s tomatoes went gangbusters this summer, our two pots of cherry tomatoes – usually very prolific as seen here – have produced about ten cherry tomatoes until this point. Now that we are on the verge of frost, they are beginning to put out fruit. Too little, too late – and a telling sign of how a summer that started out with such promise has turned to total shit.
Am I a bit bitter? Perhaps… no, definitely. And it’s only the start of what this fall will bring. Forewarned is fair-warned. Whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean…
There was once a time that people assumed tomatoes were poisonous because of their classification as part of the deadly nightshade family. I do so enjoy a plant that inspires fear in simpletons. Wish we had a bit more.
