Or........When Things are not Quite Right
Carol started it.
then Chuck added paste to the ritual.
Maybe Stuart will approve of this.
I could not resist the challenge and an excuse to touch the tomatoes and am offering up two submissions for the Ritual of the Tiniest Tomato.
This lovely Cherry Tomato was grown at an elevation of 4000 feet and survived a monsoon and then a drought. It was pelted by hail and survived intact to ripen to tiny red juiciness.
Yea whoopee, a tiny Cherry tomato, put it on a big plate and it looks small,big deal, I can hear you all saying. Really I am not all that impressed with this miniature, smallest of the bunch either. The wild cherry tomatoes that grew as weeds in Hawaii were regularly this small or smaller and had a zap of flavor that was a real treat.
This tiny Tom did have a nice flavor and a burst of juiciness in the center. It was ok.
There were other troubles in the tomato patch. This guy was looking a little piqued. When I saw one of these guys several weeks ago I did not pick it off and fling it into the woods because I am not allowed to touch the tomatoes since I smoke. I wonder if it is the same one.
My second submission for the Tiniest Tomato is this truly dwarf Beefsteak Tomato. There was no tag on this one but its neighbor was labeled "Goliath". I quizzed the resident gardeners, but they were no help in telling me a cultivar name. They did think as a habit they always buy several different varieties.
Added: I found the Tomato tag on this baby"Bush Early Girl".
I am too afraid to eat it.
It isn't only plants that do not grow as well as you intend them to. As I feared there were air pockets in my cement columns and some had had the steel pushed to the side.
It was not a complete disaster. They are still stable and mostly sound for now. They have to be fixed though. Moisture and cold could cause freeze and thaw damage and they could crumble over time. The shorter columns were fairly decent and we will mix epoxy with some kind of mortar/cement and patch them. Only about twelve inches of these will be above ground.
The tops of all the columns were pretty good from me poking them with a 2x2 piece of lumber.
The taller lower columns will have a larger ten inch diameter tube, maybe corrugated galvanized metal, that would actually look kinda cool or Schedule 40 PVC which would be easier for us to cut, placed over them up to about seven feet and filled again with soupier flowing concrete. This new tube will remain in place on the exterior of the column. They will range from four to six feet above the ground.
Both the top and bottom of the taller tubes were pretty good. The sheer weight of the concrete filled the bottom and my poking filled the top. The centers are a little scary and will be fixed by re-pouring around them.
I have started the process of re-claiming my gravel driveway by breaking up the spewed concrete. Once the columns are repaired I will toss this stuff in the hole when I back fill around
Even Daylilies have bad days.
Now my semi-hollow columns were bad enough but my day started with the ceiling in my luxury basement accommodations collapsing in the middle of the night. The first tile that fell woke me, but I did not see what it was. The second tile falling woke me again and I saw the roof had a hole in it. I figured there was a leak. When the third tile fell I gave up and got out of bed and began the hunt to find out what was leaking.
Now 17 hours later it is still leaking. We turned off every single line in the house individually which can be done in the basement closet where all the shutoffs for every toilet, sink, shower and appliance is located, to try and diagnose the problem. There does not seem to be a leak in any of the water lines. It may be the large S trap on the washing machine drain line above my head that finally gave way when I washed my work clothes yesterday. So tonight while the trap slowly drains I will enjoy Chinese Water Torture Dreams or Enhanced Water Resting as some might call it.
There are some days when you just feel like pulling your hair out.
Then along comes the Ritual of the Tiniest Tomato and you realize that next year things will be much better.