I had almost thrown in the towel on growing tomatoes.
It’s always dicey to try them in San Francisco. We just don’t get the summer heat or sun. But our little back garden is south-facing and sheltered, so I gave it a go. And the first year, I had such a glut of Sungolds that I gave away baskets willy-nilly, secure in the knowledge that the universe would continue to provide basketfuls of those sweet flavor bombs.
Then, the tomatoes came to a screeching halt these last two years. I tried more water, less water, pruning them, coddling then. And then finally ignoring them. Last year was a wipeout. This year was headed in the same direction, with the tomatoe vines turning brown and dry and shriveled by the day.
Then the other day, I noticed a little flame-colored orb out there, in amongst the tangle of dying vines. And another. And another.
Finally, a precious little haul. And hope that there will be more before we sink completely into winter.