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Carol Perkins: Growing tomatoes an adventure

"I have enjoyed watching Guy's garden adventure but couldn't help being concerned when he would announce after the evening meal that he was going to go 'talk to my tomatoes. I didn't want to offend him, but eventually he wasn't speaking their language."
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By Carol Perkins

He looked out the window for days, waiting. Other people were picking their tomatoes-he'd heard them talk. Why weren't his ready? There were many green ones hanging on the vines, so large the vines were touching the ground, but they were not ripening.



As a matter of fact, when he went out to check on them one morning, several of the big ones were gone! He looked down at where he was standing only to see the remains of a deer's (or some larger creature) midnight snack. One by one, his tomatoes were disappearing.

"What can you do to keep them away?" I asked, feeling sorry for this broken man.

He had heard that if you placed a tin pan around the garden, the deer will stay away. We didn't have a pan. "Well, maybe the deer will enjoy them." He had waved the white flag.

Each morning when he was gone to work, I checked the "patch" to spot any red ones. When I found two, I dashed out to grab them. Neither looked fit for eating; slightly infected. I put them on the window sill and hoped they would develop.

In the meantime and to further insult his gardening skills (unknowingly), one of our church ladies brought several boxes of homegrown tomatoes to church (which she had grown and picked) to give to the congregation. I took four. Guy looked at me as if to say, "We'll have some soon." Before he could speak, I said, "Just in case." I knew we were not going to have any tomatoes unless we bought them or someone gave us some.

I have enjoyed watching Guy's garden adventure but couldn't help being concerned when he would announce after the evening meal that he was going to go "talk to my tomatoes." I didn't want to offend him, but eventually he wasn't speaking their language.

On a positive note, the vines have made my flowers grow higher than ever. When I pick one and put my nose to the petals for a whiff, I smell tomatoes.


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