Tomato Plants from Seedshow to grow tomato plants from seeds

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How to Cheat at Gardening and Yard Work: Shameless Tricks for Growing Radically Simple Flowers, Veggies, Lawns, Landscaping, and More

I want to plant a vegetable garden and have blooms of all shapes, sizes and colors making my yard looking like a blooming oasis for all who have the pleasure of driving down my street. The problem however is that I am a bona fide plant killer; seriously my thumb is no where near green. It is a dark shade of brown.

Every plant I have tried to care for has died a painful and ugly death. Those I have tried to grow in the house die from over-watering, or my cat decides that it is a snack and I wake up in the morning to find stems (if I am lucky).

The indoor route being blocked by feline house mates I decide to grow my plants outside. Well, therein lies another problem. My house gets hard and full sunshine all day in the front and any plant that I have hung, or planted dies within days of being placed at my address.

I haven’t attempted much in the way of veggies yet. I did try a small potted tomato plant last summer, and yes I got leaves and stems and even a small flowery bud of some sort, but then I had to put it outside to escape the murderous cats. That was the fatal mistake. Within days of my tomato plant moving to the relative safety of the outdoors we had such a deluge of rain that the poor plant drowned in it’s pot.

My goal this summer, since I am now a stay at home, is to have my flowering plants and veggies living full and beautiful lives. I am going to cultivate, weed, feed and love them like I love my daughter and foster son. I just hope I don’t love them to death.

My grandparents had the greenest thumbs in California. I can still picture their lush garden filled with rose bushes, various trees of avocado, persimmon, plum and citrus. The one thing they didn’t grow were vegetables. There was one exception: the tomato. Being a young child, I didn’t care for veggies of any kind. My older sister had a deep hatred of tomatoes and because she hated them, so did I. I refused to eat the big red fruit in any form unless it was a sauce surrounding a great meatball.

In the late summer, my grandparents gave me a task of pulling weeds that surrounded the hot house tomatoes. My grandfather picked one from the vine and bit into it as if it were an apple. I was horrified that he would boldly eat the flesh of what I thought was a vegetable. He sat down next to me and said, “Just try it. A homegrown tomato is nothing like a store bought one. You’ll never know unless you try. Just try it once for me and I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” He picked a cherry tomato and handed it to me, “This is a good size for your first one.” He smiled knowingly and placed the little red devil into my hand. With great trepidation I popped the whole thing in my mouth. I tried to get it over with as quickly as possible. I didn’t want him to see my face, I had been defeated. Looking up at him, I simply asked if I may please have another. He smiled and said, “You can have as many as you like.”

I now have a small garden of my own and grow tomatoes with great pride. I take the same care as my grandparent’s did. At the end of the season, I pickle the green tomatoes before they turn and remember my grandmother canning everything that grew in their garden. I didn’t realize as a four year old, how that day would give me a love of growing things. My sister still doesn’t eat tomatoes and all I can say is she doesn’t know what she’s missing.