Every year the gardeners on this piece of land stand around and marvel at those August tomato plants reaching for the greenhouse roof. Did those really come from those sad looking plants we nurtured on kitchen window sills through the frosty late winter? Did they really start out as timid little seeds struggling to see the light of day when the days were still short and nightfall came before dinner?
Incredibly, they are the same plants, robust despite slug attacks, errant hoses, little feet, and vigorous pruning. Pruning tomatoes has always been a little challenging around here. Those suckers tend to get ahead of us, or hide in a crevice, or send a shoot out the greenhouse vent and take off for the sky.
This year we were determined to stay on top of it, and while we have not quite achieved that, the harvest looks better than last year. Ripening tomatoes dot the aisles, and we nibble on cherries and Romas thinking hopefully of canning days ahead.