New Life

It was late February when the tomato seeds were ordered.  In March, they arrived and were planted with hope and fear–hope that they would grow and fear that they wouldn’t.  There are three types, the Big Boy, the Roma, and a new hybrid that Burpee claims is very tasty.  I sowed the seeds in six pack containers that had held pansies.  They sat there next to a window with a good southern exposure and I managed to keep them watered.  Everyday I passed by them multiple times with fingers crossed closing my eyes in a quick prayer.

Within a couple of weeks, tiny, tiny buds began to show and before I knew it, there were gangly plants everywhere.  It is so satisfying to see something that you have planted grow.  I am still mourning for a jade plant that I had picked up a couple of years ago.  When purchased,it was in a little six-inch pot and I fell in love bringing it home with me.  This was my second jade plant and I really love them.  For me, the best thing is that if you forget to water them their leaves don’t droop or fall off.  No, ma’am, they just love that drier soil.

Jade plants are a succulent with big fat leaves and are so stately and beautiful when they grow large.  Anyway, that plant was outside most months next to my favorite seat where I could send it good thoughts via osmosis.  It grew and went into a bigger pot and then, a bigger one.  It broke my heart, but there wasn’t a spare inch in my Element to put that plant.  It was passed on to my favorite neighbor who would probably qualify as a master gardener so I know it has a good home and is well loved.  But it is there and I’m not.  I’m looking for another jade plant even now and want another little one to start.

Today the time finally arrived to transplant the little tomato seedlings into a larger space by separating the individual plants and giving them room to grow.  I must admit that I was scared to death of doing this even after practicing at the UT Gardens.  After all, I was flying solo on this one and there must be nearly 60 Roma plants.  Seemingly, every one of those seeds sprouted.  The other two types of seeds weren’t that prolific, but I do have plenty of Big Boy and hybrid plants.

Some tomatoes will be canned or frozen; some plants are promised to my aunt, uncle, and cousins, but if all these plants make it,  I’ll be giving some to my neighbors.  Can’t you see me sneaking onto their front porch, setting down the plant, ringing their doorbell and running away?  Well, maybe, I’ll hang around and say hello and beg them to take the plant.  Oh, no, something else to worry about.  What if they never produce tomatoes?  What can I say, a home planter’s life isn’t an easy, worry-free one.

 

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3 Responses to New Life

  1. Jeanette says:

    This is one thing I have never mastered, growing plants. I even manage to kill the Catus plants.

  2. carol says:

    Just hang around Emma; I learned everything I know (and it's very little at this point) from her. But it is so much fun to try. Last year, I would become grief stricken when a plant died and blamed myself. This year, I know that that is the cycle of life and it's not necessarily my fault. All you can do is try. Honestly, I don't think cactus are as rewarding as flowers. Think of it this way, you have nowhere to go but up.

    • Jeanette says:

      Since you put my short coming in such a possitive prospective, this may be a good project for me when I retire.

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