Monday, October 20, 2008
Revenge is a dish best served cold.*
An unearthly creak.
It had to happen. Mother Nature waits for no man. Three frost warnings and a final night with a low of 30 degrees.
A muted thud.
I picked one last vaguely ripe tomato, the other three we'll try the brown paper bag approach with. I'm not optimistic.
A whispered groan.
The tomato tree experiment is over. It did OK, as Ceres predicted, it produced a lot of small fruit. The tomatoes did show up a little earlier than the "normal" approach, but only by a week. I'm not sure it was worth worrying about crashing stands or blossom end rot, but it certainly was worth a few blog posts.
Sooner or later you have to pay the piper.
So let's drop the curtain on this episode and bid a fond farewell to our Tomato Tree Stand. I don't know if it will be back next year or not; probably by next spring I'll be willing to give it another try, tune in and see.
*Crabby Quiz: Identify the source of the opening line along with it's author. Hint: It was not Ricardo Montalban in the Start Trek Movie, Wrath of Khan.