If you were planning on purchasing organic tomato plants from me at the farmers market, I hope you got them last week. I was wondering yesterday what was going on with the plants I’d kept at home to bring to the market, and they looked worse this morning.
And then, just inches away, in the median strip between my back walkway and the northern neighbor’s driveway, I saw this:
So, now I’m waiting for my neighbors to come home to explain to them how susceptible tomato plants are to what I assume was glyophosphate (or Roundup), and to let them know how much those tomatoes were worth. And then I guess I’ll toss them in the trash. I’m sure glad all the farm plants went out to the farm over a week ago.
But–on a brighter note, M and I made a deal last night (when he wouldn’t eat the scambled eggs I made for dinner) that he needs to start learning how to cook things he likes. Tonight we started with one of his favorites–homemade cheese pizza. We’ve got the dough made and rising now.
We went out the the farm this afternoon, and I did a little weeding. I thought none of the parsnips had germinated, but they had, and so did all the lamb’s quarter and all the other weeds in that area, so I had a little garden hide-and-seek. The new green onion row got weeded as well, and I mowed the areas inside the electric fencing wires.
Tomorrow I’m hoping to get the last tomato trellis erected and planted with the tomatoes I (thankfully) have had out at the farm for over a week now.