By now I should have planted tomatoes, but a long trip in June got in the way. I don’t like to get them in too early,
because the spring winds out here can be rough for the little guys, or so I
anthropomorphize.
So here I am thinking about how I’ve got to get some planted so that I can enjoy them in August and the early fall. I poke around Point Reyes and discover “Mostly Native Plants”, a new nursery on B Street, how exciting! Weaving through the native selections, I enquire tentatively about the possibility of tomatoes. Turns out that the young owner is giving away all his tomato plants as they are nearing the end of their life and utility. He gathers up into a flat one of each variety, with mouth-watering and colorful names of Striped German, Stupice, Green Zebra, Cherokee Purple, Principe Borghese, San Marzano, and Brandywine, and I'm off. I plopped them into the tomato trough this morning, and we’ll see what pops up six weeks from now!
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