I can only assume anyone who knows me just stopped reading because I talk about it, a lot. I’m like an overzealous mother when it comes to my garden. I’ve posted pictures on Facebook and Twitter. I even have pictures on my phone so I can visually accost unsuspecting people.
This is the first time I’ve tried my hand at gardening. The Crossing and Kokomo-Howard County Public Library started a community garden project this year, and I decided it would be fun. I didn’t know what I was doing, but somehow my plants didn’t die instantly. Actually, the tomatoes grew out of control.
At first, I was doing a good job of getting to the garden a few times a week, pulling weeds and watering and such. Then, as summer got in full swing, I got busier and it turned into a couple times or even just once a week. There were weeks I just plain forgot about it and didn’t make it out at all. After a couple of those weeks, especially with that crazy 90-degree stretch we had, my plants weren’t looking so hot. In fact, they were looking like they were on life support.
So, before I headed out of town last Saturday, I decided to do some pruning. Now mind you, I don’t know anything about pruning. I was, however, using sophisticated criteria for what branches to cut: If it looked dead, weird or was in the way, it got cut off. There was one branch I cut off thinking it looked dead and four green tomatoes came with it. Oops.
As I worked my way toward the middle of the row, the branches were so thick I wasn’t able to use the scissors. The new plan was to just reach in and pull out handfuls of whatever came out without much resistance.