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Weekly Goals: Killing Tomatoes

Goals are late this week. Friday is usually not a goal-oriented day. Friday is a “I’m ready to eat cookies on the couch and watch mindless television” kind of day. I am preoccupied with floundering tomato seedlings. Seedling which are managing to be both too wet and too dry all at the same time.


Am I over watering? Am I under-watering? Apparently both. Because they ain’t happy. Casualties are occurring, probably as we speak. I know not what to do, other than try to make slight adjustments, and not freak out. Worst case scenario, I guess I’m buying some expensive tomato starts.

Other than the murdering nightshades, last week I aspired to complete the following feats:

Tackle my receipt depository.  Not done. Postponed due to tax concerns and delegated to The Husband for some serious sorting.

Buy Fencing Materials. Done. Both used and new supplies were purchased. Garden nest egg isn’t quite exhausted, but its working on it.

Find an accountant.  Not just Done, but I’ve already had a meeting with said accountant, for the fat lot of good it did me.

Two out of three ain’t bad. That makes me feel mildly better. That and the emergence of my onions.


I have not yet killed those. Give me time.

Beyond vegetable resuscitation, I suppose I will

Arrange Mattress Removal. We got a new bed. It’s awesome. More on that later. This leaves me with an old mattress that needs to go. I am fortunate in that there are recycle options. Recycling options which cost double what taking it to the dump would. This is about putting your money where your mouth is.

Long(er) Term Budget. More on this later too. Accountants and receipts and budgets. See a pattern here? I usually do the budget a month at a time. I need to do some projections for the next 3 months in order to prevent a tapping of the Emergency Fund.

Garden Spreadsheet. Not only am I documenting my misadventures in gardening for all the world to see, I’m also trying to journal/map my progress (or lack thereof). It occurs to me (via Erica at NW Edible Life) that a more formal, quick view spreadsheet might be in order. Something where I don’t have to wade through pages of my hopes and fears in order to find out how I messed up last year.

And there you have it. Taxes and vegetables. An unlikely combo collide.

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Miser Mom

Dang, do I feel for you — I’ve killed many tomatoes. What has seemed to help me keep from killing them is larger pots . . . those tiny containers just don’t have enough space for roots. At least, that’s the way it seemed to me. (You could test this hypothesis by transplanting a few of your tomatoes into larger pots and see what happens). It was actually in my own throes of tomato massacres that I came upon the idea of starting them in canning jars.


Thanks for the commiseration MM. I’m tempted to up pot a couple, just as something to do in an attempt to fix. Trying to resist the urge for drastic measures and to just chuck the whole mess, which would be more than a little dramatic at this point in time.

I keep coming back to your canning jar idea, but it worries me. Airflow? And how the heck would I get them out? You’ve not had these problems?

Miser Mom

I’ve killed more plants than a person ought to confess . . . but the last two years, with tomatoes in canning jars, no. Survival. (Basil is another story; still trying to figure out how to start that from seed). When I start the tomatoes, the dirt sort of floats on top of the water. As the roots grow, they seem to expand into the jar and the dirt absorbs all the water; airflow hasn’t been a problem for me. The roots grow so big and long that there are a lot of them by the time I remove them — tapping the sides of the jar, and gentle pulling get the whole thing out. It doesn’t emerge as a jar-shaped mass of dirt, more like jello. But that doesn’t seem to matter too much when it’s planted; the tomato seems to transplant just fine. So far, at least!

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