A few of the dried up stalks have several little hard nubbins which will never come into their full potential as luscious tomatoes. At least I did enjoy that one little harvest. I admit that I left them alone unattneded in the merciless heat of August as I cavorted my way in, around, under the Indian Ocean. I left the sprinkler on. I asked a friend to stop by. It was just not enough. The attention I lavished upon them at the start of my planting and in the midst of harvesting gradually faded and now all that remains are these pathetic stragglers--hanging on for dear life. They know they are destined for the compost heap.
I have already recycled a few of the pots. Now I am trying to grow a pineapple bush/tree/plant/whatever. We shall see how it fares. It seems to be sprouting a few roots. I am pushing the limits of my pale green thumb.
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