Last year, I started a bunch of tomatoes from seed–my very first effort ever–and had absolutely no clue what I was doing. For all the alleged tomato-growing-magicians in my life, every single one of them buys their plants from the store and then sticks them into home gardens to call their own.
I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with this, but I have to admit, growing my own from seed makes me feel a bit smug. Even if a lot of them died in the process.
This time around, though, I’m happy to report that every single one of my starts have sprung their first set of true leaves and are flourishing. I spent a leisurely morning over the weekend moving them from their tiny little birthing cribs and into more grown-up clothes. I bought biodegradable pots at the hardware store and pre-dressed them with a mix of my own garden soil, compost, and worm castings.
My garden plan only has room for about ten tomato plants, so I’m crossing my fingers that I can get the entire crop going and then perhaps sell them at our local farmer’s market. Among a world of beefsteaks and cherry tomatoes, who wouldn’t welcome an exotic black krim or brandywine?
They’ve still got some mileage ahead of them before they’re up for adoption, but I have faith. Imagine that.