While I might have ripening tomatoes in the works, what I don’t have is a whole lot of time.
You might think I’m talking about the change in seasons, but the problem has nothing to do with the rotation of the Earth around the Sun. No, no. This is closer to the kind of problem I might have been able to avoid had I the right set of gardening skills.
A couple of weeks ago, I noticed the tomato plants were no longer just browning from the bottom up, as they have been for most of the season. In fact, they were also developing spots. Mildewy, fuzzy spots on almost every leaf.
For a moment, I despaired. This was, in fact, before I’d managed to even get a single tomato to ripen, so I had this flash-forward to pulling out all the plants, no harvest whatsoever, which would also mean, so far this summer, absolutely no harvest from this container garden at all. I’m still rolling with stunted basil and sage, after all, and scrawny single baby lettuce leaves barely worth watering, much less eating.
This, I must say, is not my most successful gardening season ever.
But then I decided to just wait it out. I’m sure there’s some kind of remedy for the blight on the plants. There probably is something I could have done in advance to avoid it (and I’d love suggestions if you’ve got ‘em). But at this point, I’m pretty much focused on just keeping each plant alive long enough to harvest at least one tomato off each plant. I’ve had success with one, there’s a nearly-ripe tomato on another, and there are green tomatoes on the third and fourth.
And when I’ve gotten what I can off the plants, I’m going to tear them out and start over, this time with an eye toward what actually grows in this strange, strange climate out here.