Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch. What I have is three potted plants. But you have to start somewhere, right?
I posted on my Facebook page earlier this week about my disgust with the bane of the tomato plant, the hornworm. *shudder* Just thinking about that thing sends chills up my spine. It’s actually a moth larvae that is a beautiful green but chomps relentlessly on my poor tomato plant. What’s worse it can grow up to 5 inches long and has a huge horn on one end.
The stuff of horrors. Thankfully, I’ve never seen one that big.
So I thought that since I’ve rid my plant of them for now, I’ll give a little tour of my “garden.”
This is my tomato plant.
I’ve been cultivating it since last year Mother’s Day with some success. But I’m finding that these plants are pretty particular. Can’t use too little fertilizer or too much. Can’t water too little or too much. Everything stresses them out (or maybe I’m a bad gardener). For example, see my tomatoes?
See those marks? They’ll be perfectly okay to eat, but we had about three or four days of non-stop rain about a week ago, and the tomato plant decided it did not like that. So those tomatoes are scarred and one has split on the side. *sigh* I’ve been plagued by pest infestations, no blooms, and blossom drops since I got the thing. But the tomatoes will ripen soon, so that’s a good thing.
This is my prized Etioti Apple tree—also called a Malay apple or Mountain apple or Rose apple or Jamaican apple. I grew it from a seed I got from someone at my mom’s church. They have a tree so every year we get a couple of those delicious fruits to eat. These apples are the most amazing things you will ever taste! Sort of like a rose and a pear had a baby. Soooo good! This is the inspiration of the BomBase fruit in my Silver Foxes series. I can’t wait 7 years until it bears . . . 7 years . . .
And here is my bougainvillea plant—a little baby I got at Walmart. Not much to say about it yet. It seems to be just coasting along with whatever nature (and me) throws at it. I need more low maintenance plants like this—since I have a black thumb. Well, I suppose it’s a dark green thumb now since I’m having some success at growing.
-*heart* M.R. Anglin