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Tag: heirloom tomatoes
My Favorite Color
Planning
It’s possible to block out the very cold temperatures if you began the process of planning the garden!
Several years ago I started documenting my favorite varieties with images.
Colors so vibrant you can almost smell and taste them.
If your looking for a flavorful and highly productive variety;
Here is one of my recommendations.
Heirloom Woodle Orange
This orange is nearly perfectly round and is wonderful sliced.
Small seeds and a fruit that holds together.
5 stars and a thumbs up!
Add this to your list.
Anticipation
My carefully tended tomato plants are ready for planting.
This basket from last season holds many of my favorite heirlooms.
Ananas Noir, Emerald Evergreen, Creme Brule, Ferris Wheel, Chocolate and more!
These are the gems of my kitchen garden.
Heirloom Tomatoes
It’s so hard to choose which varieties will make the grow list each spring.
That’s why the greenhouse will be filled again this year with lots of plants.
Extra, extra sale in May!
Escape
With sub zero temperatures on the way for tonight, I am escaping into images from last spring in the greenhouse.
Thought maybe you might like to spend a little time in here too.
A Basket Of Tomatoes
And so much more.
In January, while the Minnesota soil is frozen and buried in several feet of snow;
my gardening soul dreams of these delicious tomatoes.
Dramatic? Maybe, but really, it’s not just the delicious tomatoes.
It’s the process.
The seeds carefully saved and sorted.
The kitchen garden plan carefully drawn out of paper.
The day I drive to Farmer’s Seed And Nursery to chat with the workers,
and purchase my potting ingredients.
When I gather seed trays and fill them, and place those first seeds,
the temperatures are usually well below zero here when these chores occur.
I long for warm sunshine, time in the garden, ‘bring on the sweat” I say.
The house quiet and sun bursting through my windows this morning, I gathered tomatoes.
Kitties weaved through my legs, and dew dropped in my eyes as I practically crawled into the plants to reach the ripe ones.
My arms are stained with tomato stem juices and it’s a fragrance not available at department stores.
I’m a gardener.
And today I’m going to eat tomatoes.
