I came here with a thought.
Darned if I know what it was now......*sigh* Must notta been that important.
In the meantime--Triffid the Tomato (yes, I've named himself's tomato plant) has a new home.
It has a new home NOT because I pointed out to himself a number of times 'THIS IS IOWA--we grow things BIG'. NOT because I pointed out that the six inch pot was going to strangle the poor plant...and NOT because we purchased a new pot over the weekend (12"--I was trying for 14" but he wouldn't bite.....)....but because I discovered pooooooor Triffid the Tomato on his side the other evening.
Yes, it's true.
I think it was the 3' 'it needs support' supports himself tried to shove into the 6" pot along with poor Triffid the Tomato.
What WAS he thinking?!
One gust of wind (k.....mighta been more than one.....) and over he went.
THAT convinced himself!
And that won me an "I was wrong--it needs a bigger pot....." moment.
HOLY COW!!!!!!
I offered to mix the dirt (we do that 'round here, dontchaknow....).
I offered to round up the coffee filter and rocks to put in the bottom of the pot. (we do that, TOO, dontchaknow....).
I offered to help dump dirt into the pot, to steady the 'supports' and to straighten poor Triffid the Tomato whilest himself tinkered away at his own 'style' of transplanting a plant.
*rolling eyes*
Whatever...he was wrong and he admitted it.
Perhaps that's the misplaced thought from earlier--
Mark it on the calendar--put it down for history-- MEL WAS RIGHT about the pot!
k.....I'm right about a lot of things--it was important to me that I was right about the pot.
Triffid the Tomato was depending on me!
Oh.
And it's HIMSELF'S tomato plant.
I kill 'em--so I'm just .......observing.
And I guarantee that sucker'll have tomatoes.
Himself assured me it would.
And I bragged to the neighbor it would....
Even if I haffta steal 'em from the neighbor (who grows the biggest tomatoes I've ever laid my eyes on), lay 'em on the ground under the deal leaves and LIE--there'll be tomatoes.
Cuz......
4 comments:
The tomato has a name?
oy!
here's hoping all the coxing and coaching yields you something ...
maybe?
lol
Cool tomatoes!
I made a mistake once. I thought I was wrong and found out I wasn't after all.
What day is Farmers Market in your town? I want to come and buy some tomatoes from your neighbor.
Peace
Hi there - I never knew about the coffee filter thing.
This is NoR...
My father was born in Eagle Grove in 1906. Soon after, his parents came to Canada where they lived in a sod house while they cleared land.
Mel, it amazes me the hardship that folks endured in those days. Sometimes when my father's words come through with gusto as I try to fix something, I marvel over the fact that my dilemma is never life or death. Yet, when was it NOT for them all those years ago?
Long live Triffid the Tomato! May he show you both who can grow tomatoes! :D
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