fruit jellybeans that are tomatoes
a trick was played on me this garden season. I planted eight tomato plants (down from 36 last year). Anxiously I waited their arrival. How big would they be? Would they last? Would they grow up and meet vinegar one day? And aha, they got here and someone must have switched their labels at the nursery. The one cherry tomato plant morphed into four, the fruit of which seemed to get here all at once.
Now, as October draws to its mid month autumnal moment, even on an 80 degree weekend as this, the plants are skeletons of their former crayola self. Brown and burnished. Abandoned fruit strewn around. Discarded. Forgotten.
Next year. Next garden.