This is the first week I haven’t gotten out on a Wednesday or Thursday evening to take pictures of my garden. If you continue on, I’ll tell you why.
Last Sunday, I got up admitting defeat. The blight had taken over my tomatoes and my life. I spent so much time on trying to save them I had little left to do anything else. The house has suffered terribly. I barely had time to eat after I’d get home from work. Something had to give.
Toward midday, I went out to start the unwholesome, unsavory, unexciting job of pulling up the rest of the tomatoes in my New Square Foot Box. Three were already gone but there were many more besides those. I’d ripped several out of the ground when the sun came out (the day had begun as overcast and cool) and I had to quit until later in the afternoon.
When it got to be a more comfortable temperature, I went out to complete the unholy task. When I got through, I couldn’t take it any more and I broke down and cried. Then I came into the house to get my camera and take a few pictures to chronicle the day’s work.
I bagged the plants to put in the sun to “cook” the blight and, hopefully, kill it.
You can get a good view of the soaker hose, if that’s any consolation. Plus the basil, a few scrawny onions and the green peppers have more room to grow.
The plants were still producing tomatoes but they would rot before they would mature. I pulled these since they seemed to be sound.
There were three more that weren’t affected—yet—so I saved them and may put them in some salsa someday.
I got an email back in happier days from the owner of a gardening web site asking me to write a guest article. I doubt he would want me to now and I haven’t responded. Maybe he would want me to do one on all the mistakes I’ve made?
Sunday morning, I woke to the sound of rain so I hurriedly went out and turned off the line to the soaker hose in the watermelon “patch”. It’s been raining off and on ever since and another downpour has started. At least I don’t have to be concerned about splitting tomatoes. I do have the two volunteer cherry tomato plants left. I may have to give up and do them in, too, but at the moment, they are hanging on. The box they are in has very good drainage so I won’t worry about them. I sprayed the plants thoroughly with peroxide (I have been trying everything I saw, heard or could think of) and while the leaves are sad-looking from the burns, they may beat the blight.