Tomato Contest

I have to enter Dr. Charles tomato contest as the worst tomatoes ever. These are so pathetic, meager and shriveled, you can barely call them tomatoes. First picture shows my volunteer plants, cherry tomatoes barely as big as your thumb nail. The 10 tomatoes plants we planted dried up yielding about 3 tomatoes before their demise.




Next we have the plum tomato, barely reminiscent of the plum tomatoes we grew in Indiana. Of course there we had real dirt and real rain. Here we build raised beds and bring in "garden mix" soil. We add worm compost, mulch and whatever with really poor results.


Here is one of my two tomatillos. I admit I have had better luck with these in past years. I usually have good luck with peppers and onions, so I can whip up a batch of salsa. Of course by the time the tomatillos are ready, I'm buying cilantro at the grocery store. Looking at the pictures of the glorious tomatoes grown by other bloggers, I am envious.
Here are my two early morning companions in the garden, my Canaan dogs, Tova and Simcha. They check the perimeter of the yard every morning to make sure nothing has invaded "their" territory. I'm always embarrassed when they bark at dogs being walked by their owners past our house at 5:30 AM. I know the neighbors must hate it.