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Oct. 17th, 2022 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoCold rain came and went all day. At one point in the afternoon, it was pouring--then, five minutes later, the sun came out, and all the birds twittered excitedly. I had a long conversation this morning with Queenie, who understandably was in need of distraction, as she was in the midst of prep for a colonoscopy and endoscopy tomorrow. She doesn't think they'll find anything of note, and she's probably right. Nevertheless the test must happen before her doctor can schedule the surgery.
Wrote 1000 words, had a Zoom with another friend, went for a walk. The weather report says that the growing season is officially over, so I picked all the green tomatoes that remained. On the cherry tomato plant, there was an abundance of little green tomatoes, and there were even a lot of flowers! Sweet summer children, doomed to perish fruitlessly. And then about 15 more big green tomatoes. Their green is just slightly tinged with yellow, so I guess it was worthwhile letting them stay on the vine for a few more days. I doubt that they'll ever ripen fully, though. I think the growing season was just not long enough. Maybe if I got them in the ground a little bit longer next year . . . maybe. I've gotten to the point now where, when I think about things like that, I wonder how many more tries I have to get it right. Somewhere between, say, nine and nineteen. It's possible I'll still be alive and gardening after I'm ninety, but that wouldn't be the way to bet. How annoying would it be to finally have a beautiful crop of tomatoes and then discorporate before I could make further use of the lessons learned?! Bury me with a big, red, beefsteak tomato in my hand. . . .
Wrote 1000 words, had a Zoom with another friend, went for a walk. The weather report says that the growing season is officially over, so I picked all the green tomatoes that remained. On the cherry tomato plant, there was an abundance of little green tomatoes, and there were even a lot of flowers! Sweet summer children, doomed to perish fruitlessly. And then about 15 more big green tomatoes. Their green is just slightly tinged with yellow, so I guess it was worthwhile letting them stay on the vine for a few more days. I doubt that they'll ever ripen fully, though. I think the growing season was just not long enough. Maybe if I got them in the ground a little bit longer next year . . . maybe. I've gotten to the point now where, when I think about things like that, I wonder how many more tries I have to get it right. Somewhere between, say, nine and nineteen. It's possible I'll still be alive and gardening after I'm ninety, but that wouldn't be the way to bet. How annoying would it be to finally have a beautiful crop of tomatoes and then discorporate before I could make further use of the lessons learned?! Bury me with a big, red, beefsteak tomato in my hand. . . .
