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tomato blossoms

About a week ago, I wrote that I was worrying about my tomato plants. They had hung in the basement for about four days while I was away on vacation, and they had failed to make any new blossoms ever since. They were still going a good job of ripening what was on the vine, but nothing new was forming.

Well, a few days after that post, I saw the first two new blossoms, and since then quite a few new blossoms have formed on both plants. Tomato season is not over yet!

New tomato blossoms at long last!

New tomato blossoms at long last!


Reading: Barbara Kingsolver’s Flight Behavior.

Eating: Melty squares of Lindt chocolate, 70%. I recently bought a bar that was 85%. It’s going to be too strong, isn’t it?

Thinking about: Adopting a dog. I do this a few times each year, where I get really serious about adopting a dog. I’m at a place in my life where I can finally spend an ethical amount of time, energy, and money on a dog. Plus, I’ve been writing a lot lately, and writers need dogs don’t they?

I'm enjoying bouquets of gladiolus.

I’m enjoying bouquets of gladiolus.

Enjoying: My patio garden and small attempts at landscaping (though my space is very limited). I’ve created this back patio area, fully decked out with a couch, where I can read for hours.

Watching: I’ve been watching old episodes of Archer. I bought Netflix back May to watch the new season of Arrested Development. I keep forgetting (on purpose) to cancel it.

Loving: Having some time to myself. This summer has been really hectic, and most of it has either been work, or has felt like work. I’ve taken some time for myself this last week, and it feels really good.

patio gardening

There’s something you must know about me: I love to garden. My parents always kept a very large garden and enjoyed it throughout the summer and put up food for the winter. Sometimes, they kept two large gardens. And, there were always additional raspberry, garlic, and herb gardens too. That’s not even to mention the multiple orchards that my dad tends. So, yeah, I like to garden. It’s in my blood.


patio gardening with topsy turvies

When I was a little girl, I stole a bean and grew it in a cup in my windowsill. That bean grew until it ran out of space. Maybe it was transferred to the garden. Maybe it was tossed. Maybe I let it die. I don’t remember what happened to it. But, ever since I moved out of my parents’ home, I’ve kept houseplants–though I don’t love houseplants as much as I love gardening. Like my mother, I like expressive plants that change with the seasons, produce, die, or live, but change.


patio gardening: wave petunias

I’ve also taken every opportunity I’ve had to grow something on a patio. When I was an undergrad, I  grew daisies in a small plot of soil by my apartment patio. Those daisies were amazing! I wish I could remember the variety. They really thrived. A year after I moved out, I went back and saw that they were still there, but unattended, unwatered, and smaller. They are probably long gone now, years later.


patio gardening: strawberry

I still wish I had more space for gardening, but I’m making use of what I have: a patio, a shaded back patio, and some shaded, rock hard soil that’s mostly clay. Despite these setbacks, I’ve actually been able to grow quite a few plants this summer, and they seem to be flourishing. An enormous tree was recently removed from my back patio, so the space that was once completely shaded is now only partially shaded. That means I can grow a few things, but since the tree was only removed a few weeks ago, it’s really too late to grow anything too substantial. I’ve got a few sunflowers going back there, and that’s only because I already had the seed.



patio gardening: cherry tomatoes

Maybe next year I’ll be able to do more with the space. But, I can’t help but wonder if I’ll even be here next year. I’m a home body who would love nothing more than to have a space to live long-term, a space that included lots of room for gardening, but that’s not my situation. I’ve never imagined myself as someone who lived in the city permanently, and yet right now, that doesn’t seem like such a stretch.


planter box zucchini