April is no fool. She slinked her icy self in before midnight last night, before the time the clock said she was to arrive. She turned the fragile, sickly tomato vines to toast. Plain and simple. Done. The end.
Visible damage from insects and snow before the final blow.
I'll take these tomatoes in today to see if they might ripen.
Next year will be different. No indoor tomato garden. It was such an interesting journey from sprout to final frost--kind of the way things go if started in the spring and ending in the fall.
So much to learn!
ReplyDeleteI'm taking notes! Good teachers, tomatoes are!
DeleteYou must have felt sad,, I would have.
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Only a little. The plants looked so bad before, it was good to have them "put out of their misery."
DeleteAw, So sorry.
ReplyDeleteNext year will be different. No indoor tomato garden. It was such an interesting journey from sprout to final frost--kind of the way things go if started in the spring and ending in the fall.
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