Thursday, May 28, 2009

My Topsy Turvy Life

A confession: I'm a sucker for tacky Sold On TV ads. You know the ones I mean: miracle hair replacement regimens, Sham Wow (is that guy scary or what?), super choppers that put sous chefs to shame, and the Topsy Turvy.

I fell in love with Topsy Turvy last year. Unfortunately my love affair began near the end of the growing season so all I could do was pine over that goofy green plastic bag and those upside-down tomatoes spilling out of it. My repressed gardener's heart yearned for my own Topsy Turvy. I wanted it the way I used to want Paul McCartney when I was fourteen years old.

I thought about it all winter and pounced the second the snow melted. It took a little convincing to bring Himself on board but I prevailed and two weeks ago tomorrow we took our first leap into upside-down gardening.

The Topsy Turvys are in the far corner of the back yard, midway between the stand of pine trees and the shade trees Roy planted for my 38th birthday. We bought four shepherd's poles at Cost Cutters (which has since closed its doors; sob), tied them together for strength, et voila!


The planting itself was strange. Our tomatoes had grown a tad larger than optimum size for insertion and I said a few rude things as Roy pretty much shoved them through the opening with all the finesse of a sadistic proctologist. Turns out they're tough little plants and they survived the trauma. Within days they started vining upward in search of the sun.

I'm completely obsessed with these tomatoes. I tell you that freely. All I want to do is dash outside every hour on the hour and stare at the plants. I ran out first thing this rainy morning in PJs and clogs to see what was going on and my shriek probably echoed up and down the street.

We have a tomato! Okay, so it's the size of my thumb nail but it's a real live tomato-in-progress and I'm so excited I can hardly stand it.




You can see it, right? Follow the stem upward from the bottom of the picture, look slightly to the right under a canopy of leaves. That little round green blob is A TOMATO!

A $45 tomato unless the rest of the plants kick in and start producing . . .

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4 Comments:

Anonymous rita said...

Love it! One of these year's we'll try those, but this summer we'll be in Florida for six weeks (squeeeee!).

I finished Just Desserts this week and absolutely loved it. I've been telling everyone I see about it. Thank you again for sending it to me. I'm now intent on amassing a collection of your novels.

May 29, 2009 at 5:27 AM  
Anonymous KaliAmanda said...

That is one special tomato! Mom and I had a fresh tomato sauce with pasta last night and reminiscing about how my foray into a life of crime started with me as a tomato thief. (I smell a food column for June!)

May 29, 2009 at 7:27 AM  
Anonymous BeadKnitter said...

I'm so glad to know I'm not the only one who squees at the site of tiny green tomatoes. I grow them every year, even though I rarely ever get to eat any of them because our growing season is too short. (we typically get our first frost the first week of August-sigh)I wish you luck with this years vines.

May 29, 2009 at 7:37 AM  
Anonymous Brandy said...

We've tried to start tomato plants from seeds this year and so far half have died from lack of attention and the other are doing well and just went into the ground. Best of luck on those topsy turvy tomato's!

May 31, 2009 at 7:48 PM  

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