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And then at Wisley there was the greenhouse – which you used to be allowed to go into but sadly now just get to press a nose up at. So for the tomato grower who was after an olfactory day out – hoping to take in deep sniff-fulls of the warm, herby, CI3 hexanolness of it all – it is now instead the scentless whiff of disappointment.
Still, I did very much like the trusses of tomatoes hung out to ripen. If mistletoe is the winter bough under which all things kissing are ordained to happen – then I think tomatoes make the perfect bough of love for the summer season!
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Kissing under the love apples could be so romantic! Now we need to know which variety would work best. That would bring a whole new meaning to ‘Gardener’s Delight”!
I find when they’re ripe, they sometimes fall off the truss spontaneously. I wouldn’t want to be stood underneath – kissing or otherwise!
Hi Sally and all, i hope all is well with you. It’s that haunted time of year again, and I thought you’d enjoy Tomatoes are Evil *evil laugh*!
I took out my ‘Sunstream’ plants, which still had lots of little greenies on them, but the others are still alive and I’m still picking tomatoes. More chutney ahoy!