When I grow up and live all by myself (with my cats, of course) in a house with a yard for a garden, the first thing I plant will be tomatoes. All kinds of tomatoes and in huge quantities. There will be Roma tomatoes for salsa (along with cilantro… did I mention I don’t particularly care for salsa?), orange, yellow, white, lemon, red cherry tomatoes for the sweetness, hundreds of tomatoes for pasta sauce, chunky, heartening tomato soup for the middle of winter, whatever else I can figure out. I’ll have a veritable Tomato Farm! Wouldn’t it be a fascinating challenge to try to grow ONLY tomatoes and make everything with them for a year? Dare I try it some day? Oh I dare. And I doubt I would get tired of them, even so!
Last week there were many, many delicious-looking green tomatoes on the giant tomato plants at the school’s garden. I had hoped that meant that there would be many ready for the picking at today’s meeting! They weren’t, though the Blossom End Rot had been corrected. It’s just too cool for ripening tomatoes. I really only go there for the food I guess. But you see, the tomatoes on the plant above weren’t ready when I left, and I’m truly dying for more homegrown tomatoes.
Tomatoes and sunlight/heat. Those are two things I’m aching for a lot right now.
I’m still cranky, just as I have been the last few days. I’ve been drinking a lot of tea and hoping that will make me feel better, but it’s really not working. Add to the considerably cool weather, and I’m just cranky. I must be the only knitter that isn’t grateful for fall to come. I’m so used to September through October being the hottest months of the year, and while California is fulfilling that rule right now, I’m in Minnesota where the weather is turning much, much cooler, and I’m just not ready for it. I haven’t filled up on my 85F days yet. I feel like I’ll wither away without a little more heat before winter, and I’m really worried about how my mood will be.
My package had better come tomorrow, because I REALLY need a few hours of knitting. I think that will help set me straight again.
This must mean it’s time for more tea. ‘Til tomorrow.
Man. Yeah, it’s 98F here. It’s depressing. While you’re on the colder end, we’re on the hotter end, so I’m afraid I’m one of those people (albeit not a knitter) who is dying for fall. Fall here means 85F. Summer still means 98F. We won’t get a proper fall (like below 70F) for another two months at the earliest. I’m excited because it’s only supposed to be 92F by this coming weekend. *sighs*
Also, it is early again, but I’m not quite as incomprehensible as usual. I wonder why …
That mail should come through soon – wasn’t it a week ago already that it was being sent off?
this is a test of the soapbox’s e-mail notification system.
Tomatoes make me happy. :)
Tomatoes make me happy too :) And I’m still trying to get comments to mail to me.