I have not had much luck growing tomatoes the past several years. I have moved them here and there, even on the other side of the house one summer. I grew nothing, except for just a few to show for all of the work.
A guy was talking about them at work the other night, how his grandpa grew the best tomatoes. His grandpa used his grandmother’s seeds, saving them every year. He wished he had some of those seeds for the 5th generation.
Everyone has their own way of growing them. This year I am bound and determined they will grow for me.
I traded for some good Winslow area horse poop from my friend Amber to put in the dirt. I turned that dirt.
I went to Pike Central to the Ag Department Greenhouse and bought some gorgeous healthy plants those Pike County kids raised. Just six plants, Better Boys. That is enough for me.
I am going to mulch them with the Pike County Dispatch.
I am going to water them with rainwater coming off of my roof.
I am going to have tomatoes!