October Tomatoes

Our neighbor’s tomatoes as of October 1. Aren’t they amazing? You gotta love Seattle. My mom put up 65 quarts of juice, but her Indiana tomatoes were basically finished by mid-September.

Our urban farm was cr*p this year–all my fault. I planted, watered, weeded and then left for two months, touring to Indiana with Tom in our 1929 Model A Ford. It was interesting to discover what vegetables survive such cavalier treatment. Kale, of course. It appears to be indestructible. We had adequate sweet corn, wonderful cabbages (white and purple), and great peppers (bell and Jalapeno). I’m still hoping for Brussels sprouts, which I plan to roast with olive oil, sea salt, and garlic for Thanksgiving.

As you can see from this picture of our hanging tomatoes, when we returned home, all the other vegies were begging to be put out of their misery. There should be a moral to this story–maybe it’s best to relish each individual step (planting, weeding, watering) for itself without needing the reward of an abundant harvest.

Although, frankly, like that great urban farmer, Vince Lombardi, I’ll always be an end-game girl.


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