My first tomato this year was premature–the unnatural result of artificial greenhouse growth and fertilizer saturation. And while my current yield is still of these purchased plants, I can at least attribute this batch to my own TLC.
That small one is an Indigo Rose, the two in the middle are Black Prince, and the one in my hand is a Pink Girl. I wonder who names these?
The trouble with heirlooms is that until I harvest one, I never know when a particular variety is ripe. They’re nice and squishy though. So it begins.
–Simon