My garden, for a few reasons, has not flourished this summer. The temperatures just never seemed to get hot enough for the tomatoes. Also the tomatoes were Richard's project every year. He babied them, picked their suckers, watered, and tied them up off the ground. He was out there checking them a few times a day. Gave them what they needed in terms of natural , thank you chickens, fertilizer from which he would make a very stinky tea and feed them. Then when he started to harvest those beauties he would make the best tomato salad from tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, wine vinegar, and Italian herbs. It was the best. One could soak Italian bread into the juice and it was amazing.
I have only planted them and did a once over sucker picking. I have green tomatoes, still...even though they are the same type we always planted. One's heart needs to be in to the gardening process, I believe and my heart was not. Being out in the yard is very hard with out him as everything is. So I picked these green tomatoes and painted them. They in some ways are a visual reminder of his absence in the garden this year as well. I guess there is always fried green tomatoes.
Summer Green
oil, 8"x10"
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