Today is Garden Blogger’s Death Day with Kate and Crew over at Gardening Without Skills. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, I don’t have any deaths to post about. Thought I was going to for a minute.
I like to train my tomatoes to a single stem, but I figured this year I’d try letting one grow the way it wanted to grow. After it sent out three branches, I couldn’t handle it any more, and I started pinching out all the suckers again. Well, right in front of the tomato was the four borage plants (four in one square foot). They were shading the tomato, and since I like to eat tomatoes more than I care for the taste of the borage leaves, I decided to pull the borage plants up. When I got to the biggest one, I bent down and started pulling. I was thinking as I was pulling it that, gee, this one has deeper roots than the other three. Maybe that’s why it’s bigger than they are. As soon as I pulled it out of the ground, I realized that it was the tomato plant…the tomato plant loaded with little tomatoes. I stuck it back in the ground and watered it …and watered it…and watered it.
Oh, wait a minute. I just thought of something. Let me go out and take a picture.
(Me going outside in the dark taking a picture of dead plants…neighbors wondering what my problem is)
These are some lettuce plants I transplanced and stuck in the shade in anticipation of the weather warming up. I noticed the plants were starting to bolt, and then I kinda forgot about them. They died due to my negligence. Call the Plant Police. I’m guilty of neglect. Throw me in jail and throw away the key.
Maybe I can get time served since I’m taking good care of the tomatoes’ siblings and their cousins, the cucumbers.
Toni’s grasshopper pic just reminded me of something.