For one week, we ate tomatoes --- a handful of
Blondkopfchen tommy-toes, a Cherokee, and a Green Zebra. Then,
much faster than their ripening, the blight consumed the plants.
Walking out our door, all I could see was curling, brown tomato
leaves. Green fruits were dropping to the ground while red fruits
were rotting on the vine.
We did nearly everything right. We started our heirlooms from
seed, rather than risking the infected plants in the big box
stores. We fed them well and gave them trellises. But the
endless July rain took its toll, and blight spores found their way to
our tomatoes.
Monday morning, we made the hard decision to pull them all out rather
than building up our farm's blight spore bank further. I couldn't
bear to be involved, so I begged Mark to do the deed. Still, I
was nearly in tears. Goodbye, dreams of tomatoes.
Hello, dreams of the best fall crop ever! We're going to fill the
holes with even more fall veggies so that we can, hopefully, eke out
our harvest much later in the year. Although tomatoes are my
favorite vegetable crop, I suspect that extra months of fresh peas,
greens, and root crops may heal the wound in my heart. Meanwhile,
take a look at this yellow watermelon we had for lunch yesterday!
(I can't bear to include a photo of the blight.)
Shame-faced plug: Our new Avian Aqua Miser website
gives Mark's invention space to spread its wings.