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Tomatoey Goodness
Here's a shot for the home canners among you -- the first canned tomatoes of the year, straight from our garden. This is something of an accomplishment because it frankly wasn't a good year for the garden, and especially for the tomatoes. It's been a depressingly wet summer here in Ohio (I've been telling people that this year summer was replaced by monsoon season), which made garden growing difficult.
As for the tomatoes specifically, they experienced "wilt," which means basically that the tomato plants died from the roots up, drastically cutting our yield this year. We usually have so many tomatoes that we end up giving them away to everyone we know to get rid of them ("Gee... thanks... tomatoes... again"). That's not really going to be a problem this year.
What I want to know is if anyone else is having a disappointing garden this year. Is it just us, or are gardens around the country sort of slacking off this year? My wife (whose garden it is, I just eat off of it) would probably like people to commiserate with. Write up your tales of garden woe and send them to me here at JMSJournal (AOLers) and JMSJournal2@aol.com (everyone else). If your garden's going gangbusters, I want to know about that too. I promise not to tell my wife.
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I would send a body part to you for a home grown tomato. We can't eat store bought ones without becoming physically ill from the taste. I have tried growing tomatoes here in AZ for 4 years and couldn't come up with a way to control the whiteflies that didn't involve nuclear weapons. -
Try growing the tomatoes in beds or looking where the tomatoes are being planted now - maybe in a low spot? Beds would help the drainage during wet years but they would have to be watched closely during dry years.
8/21/03 4:17 PM
Send me your address. I *won't* promise I'll send the tomatoes -- my capacity for sloth is beyond imagining -- but Krissy might just send them along. She's a much better human than I.