I said it would be a miracle if I got any tomatoes. Why? Well, my track record in general isn't that hot and neither is the sun in my backyard. But I am trying to grow them in the sunniest spot I could find because frankly ... store bought tomatoes suck.
I grew up on tomato salads over the summer. My family is Italian and we always had a veggie garden. In the summer months, dinner was outside (al fresco, although it sounds nicer than it actually was) and we always started with a tomato salad with basil and olive oil, sopping up the juicy tomato bits with hunks of italian bread.
I miss that.
Later on, when I was living in France, I would make myself cold couscous salad with tomatoes, olive oil, and vinegar; I just loved the tomato. But when I tried to make it at home with -- sacre bleu! -- a store bought tomato, I had to spit it out. No flavor. If a tomato has no flavor, then it might as well be thrown into the compost to serve some other higher good.
Now that I have a house and some gardening under my belt, it was time for the tomato (and some basil and green onion too). I don't have tomatoes yet, but I do have little yellow flowers that I hope will turn into juice, ripe, plump tomatoes ... my mouth is watering as I type. My dad said I'll get tomatoes in August, but I hope to God they come sooner.
So here's the 1-month progress report on the tomatoes. In the picture you can see my neighbor's hydrangeas pouring through the picket fence. I love not having to plant anything there because I get to enjoy these. (And yes, that's how close my neighbor is to me, the pots are right outside my door!)
May vs. June