It seems extra long this year, waiting for the red tomatoes. Growers in other parts of the country proudly show off their ripe, red fruits, but here it’s just tap tap tapping my toes, waiting. Finally today I saw my first blush of orange.
Not a huge deal. I got a late start, and then the seedling had to be nursed through some extra cool weeks at the beginning of the season. But all that fretting about whether the plants had been sitting too long, whether they were too leggy to thrive? I forgot about it a couple of weeks into June.
As in most things in life, there are as many ways to cultivate tomatoes as there are growers. For me, using 5′ concrete reinforcing wire cages is indispensable. The 2 1/2′ wide cages are strong enough to withstand monster plants, the openings are plenty big enough to get hands in and tomatoes out. And it keeps the plants up off the ground, away from soil-borne nasties.
I’ve been babying the plants along, spraying them with worm tea, aspirin and epsom salt solution every so often. With the soggy soil, I’m just waiting for the blight to swoop in. But so far, so good…