When I got back from the Land Where Time Stands Still (Medford), on Wednesday night, I noticed the glow of a strange bluish light from the garage. I'm sure the neighbors think we're harboring space aliens or growing illegal weeds for recreational use, but the truth is that it's the beginning of tomato season and Cindy has tomato, basil and parsley seedlings sprouting in there under grow lights.
She tried starting them in the house years ago, but the cats took way too much interest in the pots of dirt, so now she starts them on a heated mat under grow lights in the garage where the cats can't get at them.
I mention all this pampering because a friend of ours told Cindy recently that her own tomatoes hadn't amounted to much last year. Cindy heroically bit her tongue and refrained from reminding the friend that she had been given some of Cindy's pampered, hand-fed tomato seedlings last year and, in a fit of total brain-lock, had decided she would have twice as many tomato plants if she cut the tops off and tried to root them. Needless to say, that experiment did not turn out well for the tomatoes--instead of double the plants, the result was pretty much... nothing.
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