Made With Paper
These were the last of my summer Creole tomatoes, grown curbside where pedestrians stopped to consider plucking them. Most folks bent down and looked closely then continued on their way. Children often reached and were rebuffed by parents before they could pick. Once I had my eye on a blushing beauty when I came back from a morning run but decided to wait for dinnertime then eat it right off the bush. Too late. I hope the taker was hungry and enjoyed the organic burst of flavor. After that, I picked what I wanted before they were fully ripe, then let them sit for a day on my window sill. If there was fruit on the vines I could not eat I let the kids from upstairs take them for snacks.
Although the plants are flowering again, I’ve been told not to expect much in the way of fall fruit.
Since I’m still on crutches, I’ll let the tomato plants stand instead of removing them to make room for lettuce, kale and arugula. I need to weed first. The tomato plants need to be tied up to the fence or staked though as they have flopped over with their own weight because I ignored them.