I love summer. That’s one of the things you need to know about me. It’s my favorite time of year, but certainly not because of the incessant heat (and humidity), in my part of Texas. I choose to ignore those aspects of the good ol’ summertime.
Since there are numerous reasons why I love summer, I thought I’d kick-start my blog by showing you. (Plus, I need a place to share my inner-mourning over the end of a perfectly good summer. I rather prefer the schedule, or lack thereof, of summer. The start of school brings about structure and schedule. Yuck.)
To quote Julie Andrews, these are some of my favorite things.
Summer veggies. They’re the best, right? I always feel so much better eating the fat-laden pizza or hamburger, if I have a yummy summer vegetable sitting by its side.
One of my favs? Tomatoes…right off the vine.
Sweet, juicy, ripe tomatoes plucked right off the vine are the very best…. Growing up, my parents would just slice them, put them on a plate, and serve them with lunch or dinner.
And, don’t even get me started on those delectable little cherry tomatoes.
You can just pop these in your mouth like candy.
That burst of juice when you take a bite…mercy. Add a little salt and pepper, and it’s a little taste of heaven…
I thought it might be a good idea to grow my own tomatoes, this year. It had been a couple of years since I had done so. In the past, I’ve had relatively good luck growing my own tomatoes; they’re pretty easy to care for. And, it doesn’t hurt my cause that tomatoes love our Texas sun and heat!
So, earlier this summer I did what any t.v.-obsessed individual would do. I purchased the Topsy-Turvy!
The Topsy-Turvy is an amazing creation that defies all logic in the plant world…or, at least, my world. You plant a young tomato plant, upside down, in the contraption and then hang it. After a week or two of tender, loving care, you will magically have a HUGE tomato plant growing downward.
I just knew that by, say, early July I would have big, red, juicy tomatoes.
Tomato. That’s what I got. One.
It was not big, or juicy. Unfortunately, I did not take a picture of it. It was not worthy. In fact, once I plucked that scrawny fruit from its stem, this is what happened:
I still haven’t mustered up the guts to move the tomato plant carcass from my porch.
Maybe I haven’t moved it because I believe it’s a metaphor…. Summer ’09 is coming to an end; shriveling, drying up…another good summer gone.
Thanks a lot, Topsy-Turvy.
I’m thinking I might have better luck with a Snuggie.