The tomato plants underneath Eleanor's bedroom window have just about given us everything they've got...which has turned out to be quite a lot. Soon I'll be composting the dried-up stalks and spent root balls. But what a good run we had...
A particularly cool summer, these Brandywines (heirloom) grew huge but then hung on the vine, green for months. Finally, about seven or eight weeks ago, they started to ripen...and hot damn if they didn't turn out to be the best tomatoes I've ever eaten! "Full-flavored" doesn't cut it, either - these feral beasts tasted five dimensional, interstellar...metal-flake hi-fi polychromo-luscious, straight outta Eden! Janelle, Eleanor and I have eaten so many of them like apples, right off the vine. [And why shouldn't we? They're completely organic n' natural, from the seed to the soil...no pesticides, no newfangled fertilizers (blood meal and table scraps), and irrigated only with rain and filtered water direct from our basement dehumidifier.]
Yeah...we'll miss our tomato connection this winter (and the brisk nights here tell us that we are slowly heading back into the almost endless winter here), but saved a cache of seeds - so we lean forward to the next planting season in the shimmerin' Iowa dirt...
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