Monday I walked outside to water my Topsy Turvy - which, I might add had two very nice little tomatoes forming - and found it on the ground. Smashed, broken, dead - the tomato was a goner, and I was bummed. I worked hard to nurture that little plant to health, it almost died twice, and it was thriving despite the tenacious wind that graces southwest Kansas.
I my opinion, it jumped, plummeted to its death. It was suicide by salsa - only slightly premature.
I decided I wasn't going to give up. I want garden fresh tomatoes, and I will stop at nothing to get them. It doesn't help that zero neighbors are growing anything to even steal in the middle of the night, so that leaves me to just do it on my own. Establish my independence from the grocery store.
I digress.
This had to work, because the Topsy Turvy was a major letdown. Not only did it not withstand the wind, but the fertilizer I used was starting to eat through the plastic. To put it lightly, it was an epic fail. So much for "successful produce for less than $10". Liars.
Because it's so late, I was able to get a great deal on plants, I paid less than a dollar for each one. Bought some moisture control soil, a few tomato cages and set off on my new after-work project.
This is the result. They look a little tough, but if I can get the other one going I'm sure these will come along. At least I upped my chances by buying three plants. They are all different varieties too, so I'm hoping one of them will thrive, or at least survive, the wicked wind of the west and the "drier than a popcorn fart" environment.
I did have to use a pair of pliers to "modify" the cages, because they were too long for the pots. A little bending and pulling and I had myself some tomato cages that actually looked like something grandma would put together.
If only I could grow stuff like grandma does...
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