It's been a struggle, but the girls' tomato plants have managed to survive our not-so-green thumbs. We plucked these lovely specimens on Sunday and set them in the fridge. Now, hopefully they will survive until we get back from Denver.
The girls are so proud of their plants. I feel sorry for the little green torture victims. Despite the record heat wave our area has been suffering through, we've still only managed to water them sporadically at best. Yet somehow they've hung in there. I was tempted to mow them down last week because the house might show better with their half withered carcasses not in sight, but I couldn't do it. It would have broken the girls' hearts.
So they remain, like ugly bent little men waving their frondy green fingers at us in shame for neglecting them so badly.