First, the good. I planted space that wasn’t in production last year, on the south side of my garage along the alley. ‘Aren’t you worried people will steal your crop?’, asked many. I figure if they need it that bad, have it. Turns out they did not. The tomatoes in the photo came from that otherwise wasted urban space. Another big win is that I have heirloom varieties like the yellow pear, chocolate cherry, and matt’s wild cherry that I’ve never enjoyed before – one of the yellow pear plants hitting about 6′ tall trained on a string. I also have the best crop of Roma’s I’ve ever had. Lastly: my toddler girls can pick a bowl of tomatoes like this when I had no intention of harvesting – unexpected food-wealth.
The cons. Wet, cold year. And we had a week of nasty brutal spring winds that pummeled my transplants. Later, I neglected many, many plants sprawling about on the ground, some strings broke under the weight of the vines, and all around the tomatoes just didn’t look that pretty or put together. Disheveled. A little like me, with a bit too much on my plate this year. Perhaps they were in tune with my energies. I joke.
I am already enjoying a moment gardeners get to revel in – planning what I’ll do differently and improve on next year. And I’ll take one thing away from this year: get some of the fundamentals right, and the details become not so important at the end of the day.