I’m experiencing garden rage over the potential loss of one of our cherry tomato plants. With five (well, really six, because one seedling managed to split itself into two) tomato plants, what’s the big deal if one doesn’t make it through the summer?
It’s a huge deal. I want to win the tomato lottery. I want so many tomatoes that I groan when I think about picking another one. I want to look down, absentmindedly, at work and notice tomato seeds on my shirt.
If I wasn’t typing, I’d shake my fists at the sky. How is it that less than a week ago, this same cherry tomato plant was almost up to my shoulder, and today, the entire plant is drooping? How could things have changed so quickly?
The plant in question is the one that started wilting from the top down on Monday. By last night, every leaf hung like overcooked noodles, and the bottom leaves had turned yellow. In places, the droopy leaves rested on the leaves of the cherry tomato plant next to it, and I gently moved them, afraid that if the plant has contracted some kind of disease, I ought to forestall any further infection. But with a tightly planted plot, I’m worried about the spread of disease.
There are still clusters of hard, green cherry tomatoes hanging from the plant, but I’m worried that the whole thing is going to die. At this rate, it might not last through the weekend.
If that happens, I may have to have a very small temper tantrum in the back yard. George will, most certainly, bark at me while I throw my hissy fit.