While the rest of the U.S. is awash in ripe, red, juicy, delicious tomatoes, we gardeners (at least this gardener) here on the northern California coast are still waiting, watching and coaxing our tomatoes to grow (please) and become edible before the chill of fall sets in.
This does not mean that we are tomato deprived. On the contrary, our inland farmers bring plenty of heirloom tomatoes to the farmers markets in our area and I buy lots of them.
Stubborn gardener that I am, I started these guys in the greenhouse hoping the warmer temperature within would give me ripe tomatoes sometime this summer.
Then came the white flies. Clouds of them.
I do not use pesticides, even so-called organic ones.
So I moved the tomatoes to the outside garden. Where they now sit in their warm black pots. Pampered. Not growing. Sigh.
We have just learned that this July on the North Coast has been one of the foggiest on record since the late 1800s.
One would think that after 18 years of living here I would just get over trying to grow tomatoes. I guess the part of my life before moving here, the part where I grew up and lived in the hot Sacramento Valley, the part where tomatoes were ripe, red, juicy and delicious by the end of June, that part simply will not give up.
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