There they were, this morning, nestled right up against the thick stalk of my potted tomato plant, red and lovely–and delicious! (Yes, I ate them. I couldn’t resist!) The plant itself is huge and lush–the fruits are fairly small, though. I’m wondering if this is normal, when the harvesting first begins, or if I planted a cherry variety instead of full-sized. You’d think I’d know–I was raised on garden vegetables, after all–but that was a long (long) time ago. All this is new to me, for all practical intents and purposes.
Everything is thriving, except my zuchini. Something wrong there–they get just so big, and then they shrivel. I have all kinds of notes for next year’s gardening–do’s and don’ts–do plant marigolds around other plants. They will keep the bugs away. Don’t put so many bedding plants into the same planter–when they expand, they need the space. Do plant herbs in separate pots. Don’t overwater. (This may be what’s wrong with my squash.)
This is the pattern, I guess, with new things we’re just learning about–gardening, in my case–and things we’ve been doing for a long time–writing. I’ve learned a lot from “Tate”; as I’ve said, this is probably my best book so far. It is also my most challenging.
My friends are all heading out to the big Romance Writers of America conference in Washington, D.C. soon. I will miss seeing them, but it’s lovely to be able to stay home and write, too.
The rain is past. It’s a beautiful morning.