Bad news.
My "tomatoes" were diagnosed (by me) with Failure to Thrive.
Each day I nursed those plants with water and love. And I fully intended to use the tomato fertilizer I bought, but it looked kind of messy, and messy = overwhelming to my brain. But you only use fertilizer if you want giant State Fair sized tomatoes, right?
Day after day, I went out to check my little plant's progress. Day after day they looked the same. I would count 16 sprouts, about 3 inches long. The first week, this was exciting. The second, slightly frustrating. By the third week of this, I decided some "tough love" was in order, so I stopped watering them. I mean, at this rate, I wasn't going to end up with tomatoes until February!
On the 4th week, I put them to sleep.
Pray for me when the Apocalypse comes. I don't think I could be self sustaining if my life depended on it.
1 comment:
Hey, I was JUST thinking about you re: the Apocalypse. And no worries, because I've got a coupon for freeze-dried tomatoes. No need to grow things yourself. Work is for chumps.
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