Bye, bye to tomato row

 Blossom end rot: a disorder caused by a lack of calcium in the soil or by the plant's inability to absorb enough calcium through watering in which the bottom of the fruit breaks down and rots. 

Earlier today I made the decision to pull the plug on the 2024 tomatoes. Due to a number of factors including the June heat wave, the plants simply weren't producing usable/eatable fruit. 

The first thing that happened was that the tomatoes reached the size of golf balls and just fell off the vines while green. Then the fruits, still the size of golf balls, developed blossom end rot. Each and every fruit has fallen victim to the malady. There's no use to continue to water the plants. It's time for them to go. 

Every gardener faces the possibility of crop failure, but it's certainly annoying when it happens to you. I understand why it happened this year. Following my husband's death, I had to replant seeds too late in the year, and then the heat wave hit. I forged ahead hoping for only enough fruit to enjoy on the table, not to home can. Nope.

Moving on, it's time to pull the plants and tidy the garden. Next year, and the gardener always looks forward to next year, I'm planting only determinate varieties of tomatoes, and if the variety name has the word "bush" in it, all the better. Perhaps that will help since the plants themselves don't keep growing and growing. We'll see. I'm not giving up.

The Lady of Holly Tree Manor/The Hideaway

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Garden failure 2024

Live and learn.

That's an old saying, but a true one. The 2024 gardening year is mostly a bust. I shot a little video this past weekend to talk about it. 

The link, if you want to see it, is at

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFmKP4zaIes

I began the year with high hopes. Little did I know what a turn of events would transpire. The Lord of the Manor and I had a simple plan for some veggies for our table, and then it all went off the rails. 

He passed at the end of March. The garden didn't get planted at the appropriate time. A heat wave hit at the end of June. It's not been fun. Never before have I seen tomatoes get to the size of a golf ball and just fall off the vines. 

The spaghetti squash looks good, and I'll have enough jalapeno peppers for a batch of cowboy candy. There are two cabbage to harvest, too. Beyond that, I don't have much hope. 

It's amazing how quickly we'll get to the planning stage for 2025. It's time to adjust my thinking and act accordingly.

The Lady of Holly Tree Manor/The Hideaway

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