I have always dreamed about being a farmer. I used to picture this perfect little farm with a little cottage, a garden outside the kitchen window, maybe a horse and cow out in the field and a few chickens in the drive.
I have never had my farm, but I still am trying my hand at some gardening. Last year wasn’t much of an attempt because we moved right about the time I should have been doing my planting. Most of my garden is container gardening because neither one of us are physically able to work a regular garden.
When we moved here last May the furthest I got in gardening was setting out the house plants and buying 3 small, wilted tomato plants from the hardware store for about a quarter a piece. I set them in containers on the back deck, watered them each day and watched them. Watched them do absolutely nothing.
They got a little taller, but that is all that they did. When winter came, I grabbed them and brought them in to see if I could nurse them through the winter with a plant light. Only one survived.
This is “Mom”. She grew to be about four feet a few times and I trimmed her back. She made it through the winter but was still a skinny scrawny little thing.
Sometimes good things come from something small. I took some cuttings from “Mom”, but only one of them survived.
This is “Clara” my monster tomato plant. Now she has given me quite a few tasty tomatoes and has more blooms coming out since I harvested them, and “Mom” one tomato, one still growing but has developed several more blooms.
I will be taking cuttings from “Mom”, “Clara” and the cherry tomato and husky tomato plant my sister gave me. We shall see, maybe, if they survive the winter, I will have a whole family of “Clara’s” and “Moms” next summer. I will definitely share their journey with you.