Still Life
29 Sep
On our refrigerator is a New Yorker cartoon with a woman sitting on a couch, talking to a man standing in the corner of a living room. The caption says, “After your tomato plants, you have nothing left over for me.”
We laugh about this cartoon but there is a grain of truth there. Doug spent hours this summer growing the perfect tomatoes. Obsessed with soil acidity, organic material, drip watering systems, growing seasons, planting depth, systems for tying the tomato up above the ground, he’s now completed the final harvest. Tonight he gathered the last of them because it’s supposed to snow in the mountains two to five inches, and that means a frost too deep for any plastic-covered tomatoes to bear. So, in honor of Doug’s hard work, and his beautiful harvest, I’m showcasing his photography. Wish you all could taste our luscious, home grown tomatoes too.
Yummm! They look incredible. I must admit, though, that I am more intrigued by the snow in the mountains. I will be in your great state (all over it, in fact) November 28-December 6 and am hoping to ski those mountains.
Yummm! They look incredible. I must admit, though, that I am more intrigued by the snow in the mountains. I will be in your great state (all over it, in fact) November 28-December 6 and am hoping to ski those mountains.
Beautiful, succulent and lush. Sounds like romance to me.
I’m envious as heck! I’ve never had much luck with tomatoes, and yet I try in vain every year. We actually have a long summer here, too….
The first year my husband Richard planted tomatoes, we got ONE, count ‘em ONE tomato. But this year he bought a bunch of tomato plants of various varieties. It’s been hot, so we’ve been knee deep in tomatoes, which are delicious. My neighbor across the alley has a whole system for growing them in boxes, and he usually harvests enough each summer for a year’s worth of salsa.