A while ago I posted a picture of the tomato plant I've been growing on the porch all summer. I've enjoyed watching its daily progress as it has grown, blossomed, and developed cute little tomatoes. For those of you who garden regularly, maybe you're not easily impressed by such things, but I was out there checking on this thing every morning, delightedly announcing its every rite of passage to anyone within listening vicinity. "That tomato is the size of a marble now!" "Four new blossoms today!" "They're as big as tennis balls!" etc.
At some point during all this, something went wrong and the poor thing started dropping its blossoms. While the plant seems otherwise fine, and the tomatoes that had already formed have continued to grow and ripen, at this point it seems clear that this is going to be the extent of my harvest:
It's disappointing that out of a dozen or more blossoms, only two hung on and turned into fruit. On the other hand, I'm still amazed that I GREW FOOD. And once again my hat is off to everyone who relies on any kind of farming to feed their family or make their livelihood. It's a tricky business and so much is out of the grower's control. I watered this plant regularly, it got good sun, I never saw any pests attacking it, and yet...only two tomatoes.
I'll pick these later today and probably just slice them to eat with salt and pepper. I have no idea how they'll look inside, but no matter what, I'll be excited to taste what I've grown.