Driving into town a few days ago, we were talking tomatoes. We didn’t plant a garden this year for a number of reasons. The main reason is that this place we are living in is a temporary place for us. So there is that. And, we just finished Little League. Sixty games, if you can imagine. I haven’t had time to think about a garden, much less plant one.
But now we’ve got a little more time on our hands, and we were lamenting the lack of any sort of vegetable in the yard. More specifically, we were complaining that we’d not found time to plant tomatoes.
Later that day, walking through the grocery store, I ran into an old friend. I complimented her on her daughter’s garden (she’d posted pics on FB). To my surprise, she said they’ve decided to move, and the garden is too much to take along. They hoped to find a home for some of the plants.
We reworked the day’s plans and started digging. We were blessed with a half dozen plants, all we could fit into the van with all the kids. They are huge (the tomatoes AND the kids, actually).
Transplanting was easy, and I had a lot of help. I was a little worried that the plants would stress, but they seem–so far–to be doing well, even in the intense heat we’ve been having.
Looking forward to a great harvest.