I feel like such a noob! all nervous and twitchy and confused.
I also have a plastic bin filled with a mix of random types of tomato plants. I have been snipping the smaller weaker and slow to germinate ones as they have grown. It feels like a gladiator ring, with me as the emperor, as I watch an incredibly slow fight to the death. I know I should thin them more but I feel so guilty that I have to do it in the first place. Next week I'm going to try and separate the healthier ones and give them their own mini pots, and hope some survive the transfer.
I found out that the gardener voice in my head sounds exactly like my Okie step-grandmother from California, who has two giant green thumbs. When I was young we would patrol her huge garden and search for snails which she would mercilessly toss onto the road. She grew a redwood tree in her backyard, and I remember thinking that she had magical powers of some sort to make plants grow like they did. She referred to any disease of her plants as 'gunk.' She once gathered salt drowned roses from the sea (I'm sure some people tossed them in for a memorial or something) they were nothing but sad looking parched sticks, but she babied them in rich soil and love and grew several rose bushes from them. Too bad she never grew tomato plants.
|Mystery illness. I removed a section and photographed it and put it in my journal.|
|My little plants, trying to survive me.|
|this is the type of art projects we have in this household.|
|wolf fur pin. Art has always relaxed me and comforted me. More pics/info and up for sale at: www.SalmonberryDreams.Etsy.com|
|While I was taking that last photo I realized that there were several sets of little eyes trained on me. A flock of these tiny birds were sitting in the bushes watching me. I was a tiny bit afraid.|