The seeds I stuck in the dirt three and a half months ago are now full-on tomato plants. These bad boys are heirloom Brandywines - a popular breed up in these parts. My postman ("Steve") seems positive that, before my tomatoes ripen, "one of these shady Iowa City characters is going to steal them off the vine." Some people need to nay-say and Steve The Postman is one of them, turns out...
"Yeah, I hear that, Steve, which is why I'm planning on digging a series of punji stick traps around the perimeter of our patio." Actually, no. My exact words were, "I hear you Steve, but a man's gotta be able to trust his fellow man with a few tomatoes." Steve just looked at me like a UFO flew out of my mouth and said "Yeah, I guess."
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