24 Oct 2009 3 Comments
My neighbor warned this might happen. I’ve been so busy tossing everything into my compost pile, planning for my next growing season, I didn’t pay attention to what was growing in it this season. A tomato plant! I knew right away what it was, because there’s one thing about tomato plants and that is – they are aromatic. I’m no “olfactologist,” but I can tell a tomato plant when I smell one – it’s a distinct fragrance.
And I’m excited! Another experiment in the making – woohoo! But due to the fact that I yanked the thing out of my compost pile like the intrusive weed that I mistook it for, my expectations are somewhat dimmed. Tomato plants are not known for their transplanting capability. And while I have a few in my garden disproving that notion, this one might not survive, as its roots were fairly ripped. And torn. (I can be fairly aggressive when there’s work to be done.)
But looking on the bright side of the compost pile, it might just be the stimulation this little guy needs to get busy and get growing. It’s already day two, and he hasn’t shown signs of stress, yet! Give him time, my husband says. Give him time…