Tomatoes

We've never been able to grow tomatoes. Never.

The thing is, when I was a pastor in North Wales the deal was that we take August off. That means vacating the house for at least the bulk of August, which is what made campers of us. We had wonderful times, especially in our Dandy folding camper. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, tomatoes need watering, especially in August.

Oh well. Swings and roundabouts.

One year a chappie was going to stay in our house.
"All you have to make sure you do is water the tomatoes", we said, and planted up grow bags full.
He forgot.
They died.

Then this year a friend gave us a tomato plant.
"Ha!" thought I, "that thing doesn't have a chance!"

Pat planted it between two of the privet hedge plants by the wall. Near the watering system. The automatic watering system that ensures the privet hedging plants don't die in the long, hot summers.

So we have a huge tomato vine growing along the wall and a little trickle of cherry tomatoes every day!

Next year we'll plant a couple vines!