I can’t grow tomatoes.
Well, the evidence to the contrary is here in my kitchen. But I can’t grow tomatoes well.
And I wait and wait and wait for a few measly fruit. Around September.
I know what I do wrong – I cram them in. I don’t give them booster feed. The comfry feed is way up at the top potager and I never remember to dip my watering can in and stagger down. Plus I have always too much going on everywhere else in the garden. I neglect.
This year it’s the grafted tom route. Apart from the exciting ones that Michaela sent me as seeds. They are growing. They are not romping.
I pinch out the side shoots diligently when they are starting out. And then I go away to London for ten days. Come back. And this happens.
Do side shoots really have to put on two feet of growth in ten days? Or have I just missed the vital pinching out while I was having a little weekend away in the Alps?
Whatever the cause. I have way too much lush growth. So apart from having one pocket with a permanent ball of jute twine and a pen knife, I am trying to limit the damage.
Next post I will show you where I am going to put the extra tomatoes and give them some love. But for now, it’s tomato jungle in just one bed. With a nice under canopy of basil and peppers. Well mulched, but going mad.