Wednesday August 8th 2012 Tim
In my view, it's the much wetter than average last
part of July that's resulted in an outbreak of 'Exploding Tomato
Syndrome.' One minute a Gardner has a Tomato, pepper, mayonnaise
and white bread sandwich in mind, the next he is on the verge of
euthanizing all fourteen of his Tomato plants. They are out
there now, struggling with Black Foot, Mole Burrow, Blister Beetle,
Possible Possum Attack, Humming Bird Beak, Morning Glory Strangle,
Stinkbug and a humidity that leaves dew on the leaves until noon.
And it's this last pox that provides good living conditions for whatever
it is that takes meaning from permitting a Tomato to almost ripen before
causing it to explode, leaving dredge and juice along with the smell of
A Vegetable Garden is
either a collection of competing species, or it's a social gathering that
has to get along with itself. And it's always humbling to realize that
interdependence is more of a spiritual quest than it is a scientific fact.
I hear the word ecology applied to economics by those pompous asses, who go
on and on in their constant search for holiness, and I think, "How
Nice." The reality of course is that a wetter May or June and our
fourteen Tomato plants would have been gone by now. Nor can I say that
a fungicide has saved my soul or ever will, but, if I am to believe in
Kapital, then that Tomato Sandwich, with just a hint of Marmite, certainly
might have done. It's no wonder "Blessed Release" is on the list of
preferred phrases and "It's A Job" is down there in the underworld.