Last night, right before dark I went around to all the tomato plants and picked as many near ripe tomatoes as I could. As much as I would like all my tomatoes to ripen on the vine this year, it’s just not going to happen.
We are already a week into September and although there are plenty of green tomatoes in the garden, the red ones are a little harder to come by. I figure I have about 3 more weeks for these babies to ripen.
So by picking the almost ripe ones, I am actually doing the rest of the tomatoes a favor by freeing up the plants energy to concentrate on the other tomatoes.
Maybe it’s time to start playing classical music, or giving them a daily pep talk and telling them it’s okay to ripen. Dear Tomato, please ripen so I can eat you. Because if you don’t, I will leave you on the vine to shrivel up and die a slow, moldy, frost bitten death.
C’mon tomatoes… get your act together.
This is your chance to be something great…
Like pasta sauce, or salsa.
Let’s get the show on the road before I get hauled off to the loony bin for talking to produce.
By the way, how are your tomatoes doing?
Have you started
cursing talking to them yet, or am I just losing my mind?
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