They had such great promise. They started out so well. And they, like most things in 2020, ended up being a big-ass failure thus far. These photographs of our tomato plants hide the sad fact that before any of the ‘Early Girl’ or ‘Giant Beefsteak’ varieties have reached ripening stage, their lower portions rot out – just the bottoms, and in every single fruit that gets red. After researching it online, it seems that this is blossom end rot, which is not a fungus but a physiological disorder based on a calcium imbalance.
A physiological disorder based on a calcium imbalance? Are you fucking kidding me? Growing tomatoes shouldn’t have to be this complicated. That’s part of the reason why I’ve taken it all in stride, like other incidents from this disappointing year, chalking up the failure to the general suckiness of 2020. Blossom end rot is not the end of the world. The end of the world will be the end of the world, and we may very well be there. So I shall focus on the cherry tomatoes.
Our cherry tomato plant is doing quite well, producing red fruit, and an abundance of it. Andy consistently did well with cherry tomatoes, both here and at his first house. Next year, I will work only with the cherries. Their foliage remains handsome, while the bigger varieties have started getting spindly and raggedy. Gardening leaves us with such lessons. Failures and successes and all that comes in-between.
