Meanwhile, also, I'm successfully growing these dirty hippie tomatoes in their weird spot in the landscaping and for whatever reason, their leaves are very lime green.
Almost, mesmerizing and hypnotic in an inexplicable way.
OK, I won't go off on that tangent again, but the color of the plant surprised me. Definitely not all dark green like my other plants.
Oh, and speaking of my *other* plants, The Finny Farm plants that are out in the wild are totally wild.
Like, hey we already have ripe tomatoes on us, wild.
|Ingrid's Early Girl|
Not sure why all of MY tomatoes that I selfishly kept in my own yard to grow and lord over others have not yet produced a ripe tomato (they inherited their rudeness from moi, apparently), but at least I can take solace in other people's ripening tomatoes.
I'm not real good at that - being happy for other people's ripening tomatoes when I have none. I'm selfish like that.
And also I'm selfish of how muther effing big everyone's tomatoes are getting.
|Let us hope that the plants don't decide to turn on the puppy.|
|In this case, they're just reaching for a beer. Understood.|
|Monsters, I tell you.|
|I believe we now call these, Tomato Trees.|
|Do not mistake the sunflowers for tomatoes. Even though I like to.|
|At least these won't EVER be red. Thanks Green Giants for making me feel better about myself.|
|The Brandywines are painfully slow and also rude.|
|Let us console you.|
|They're even climbing the trellis. Kind of them, really.|
|Not a bad consolation prize.|
|Those who can not be consoled with salsa verde just want to hate.|
I've been a bit...distracted. Like I said before, something big is on the horizon and that horizon is getting ever closer.
Soon my friends. And then WATCH THE EFF OUT because WHOA.