So Long, Tomato Dream
Each year, I eagerly buy a slew of flowers, several herbs, and a few tomato plants at the local nursery for seasonal gardening. Then, I cheerily drive home, humming excitedly as I think about getting in the dirt once again and magically transforming my flower beds and backyard container garden into an inviting oasis of green.
Two weeks ago, I bought lavender, mint, thyme, flat leaf parsley, and dill. I also bought a tomato plant, but just one. My rationale was that even though our weather has been unseasonably warm and summer-like, I wanted to be sure that the end of March didn’t bring any weird cold snaps that might kill my tomato crop. I planned to return to the nursery for more tomatoes in April.
When I got the plants home, I happily planted them or potted them with fertilizer and watered them lovingly. But as I went to pot the tomato plant, I noticed that the plant I bought had been incorrectly labeled by the nursery, and I had actually gotten the wrong variety. Instead of the beefy tomato plant that I thought I was purchasing, I wound up with a small grape tomato variety that I unsuccessfully tried to grow last year.
For illustrative purposes, here is the entirety of my tomato crop from 2011. I wish I was joking.
It has been two weeks now, and my tomato plant is dead. Sagging over and browning, dead. Perhaps the universe was sending me a sign when I came home with the wrong type of tomato.
I think I’ll just count this as a lesson learned, and buy my tomatoes from the farmer’s market this year!