While the folks back East were roasting and then getting swamped this summer, our main complaint about the summer’s weather was that it just wasn’t hot enough for the tomatoes. Helen and Peggy, purveyor of toms and other growies, nudged us to try Sweet Chelsea, a meaty cherry tomato. Sure enough, it’s the only one of the three that I planted that’s ripened before Labor Day, and it is still continuing its sprawl across the patio.
And for the record, here it is, my Sweet Chelsea, freshly planted and looking a bit overwhelmed back in April. It has now practically flattened out the metal cage that was supposed to be its support. hah!
A modest harvest of tomatoes, Romano beans and the mysterious, but funny looking Yugoslavian Finger Fruit.