I can’t be shocked that it’s this hot in August, it’s supposed to be. But This year has followed a different pattern from the get-go and I somehow expected to sail into autumn without a meltdown.
But there is some nasty Augusty weather here now. And my tomatoes are eating it up like 7 layer dip*.
Right now, I have to wait until the sun goes down just to water the important things. And clearly, my tomatoes weren’t on that list for a few days because I went out to check them just now and they are just spreading everywhere, laying down where they can, they’ve shot up long lengths of growth that look like Hermione Grainger trying to answer every question in class–And you would seriously not know that I only planted one tomatillo.
A few years ago, my tomatoes all split after one of those “100 years rains” we get twice a year now and I swore them off. The are just total monsters, taking up all the room and then some and then there are all the things that could go wrong. I decided they’d be just as good from the farmers’ market down the road and so I quit cold turkey.
But I felt like something was missing. So I got back on it and planted 2 Black Krims, 2 Indigo Rose in the garden and a few cherry tomatoes in my straw bales. I had quit tomatillos, too, after the first time I planted one. I was all “No one warmed me they get 4x7x6” so I planted them among some Buddleia to help support them and be all interesting looking. Except that now the butterfly bushes are being smothered by a plant that has yellow flowers a-plenty and, from my casual observations, no fruit (Despite the fact that bees are up on that thing like Miley was on Robin Thicke at the VMAs).
It was SO HOT when I want out there, just now, and the tomatoes were SO AGGRESSIVE that I just picked a shirtload of them and ran back into the house.
I wonder what I’ll see when I get my guts together to go back out there in a few more days…
*I think tomatoes are IN 7 layer dip, so that gets weird. Right?