It has been over a month now since my last update. Quite a lot has happened in my little garden. Although it wasn’t very productive, it definitely has been a great experience.
The tomatoes have gone from this…
I might have left them on the plant too long because they started getting brown spots (from the sun?) and one of them had tiny holes. Sure enough, I discovered little ants making themselves comfortable inside the ripe tomato. Little buggers!
66% is a pretty decent rate of return on my tomato crop and it could certainly be much worse. However, my big dreams of endless pico de gallo, caprese salads, fresh salsa (and the list goes on) have been quickly shattered. In other words, I am thisclose to giving up on tomatoes next year!
The strangest thing (to me) was how neither of the tomato plants kept blooming. Blooms = tomatoes. Mine had no new blooms…until I picked off all ripe ones. Go figure! I checked the plants about a week ago and lo and behold, there were new blooms!
Ok, in other non-tomato related news my mint is surviving. I made a bunch of drinks a few weekends in a row which used up a lot of mint so I decided it was time to give the plant a break. Mint is precious these days at my house as this is my only plant for now. The other smaller one I had, I gave to my sister-in-law.
The lemongrass (below in foreground) is growing like a weed, which reminds me that I have to trim back some of the brown leaves. Although I’ve consumed many cups of tea in the past month, I still haven’t gotten around to making one with the lemongrass. Soon!
Surprisingly, the oregano hasn’t gotten much bigger since last month. I did have to transplant it (again) to a slightly bigger pot that also had better drainage because it was starting to turn a pale green/yellow. The oregano still loves all the sunlight and rain it has been getting these past few weeks!
That’s it for now. The heat has been oppressive for many people, I know. Just know that soon enough, the crisp cool air will move in, pushing out the heat. Fresh herbs and tomatoes will be yet another long gone summer memory.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted.