“A visitor to a garden sees the successes, usually. The gardener remembers mistakes and losses, some for a long time, and imagines the garden in a year, and in an unimaginable future.”
~ W.S. Merwin, What Is a Garden?
Disaster in my garden–my tomato plants, that I’ve nurtured from the time I put tiny black seeds in pots, have contracted curly top. A quick visit to the local nursery yesterday afternoon confirmed my suspicion and set a course of action; I’ll be pulling them all this morning. It feels a little but like grief as I think about losing these plants. Silly perhaps, but there it is.
On a positive note, the nursery had plants of most of the varieties I was growing (Sungold, Brandywine, and Black Krim). They didn’t have an Old German so I got a Cherokee Purple instead and, serendipitously, that was a variety I had considered for this year. It’s not the end of the world and, thankfully, it’s still early enough in the season to recover.
It’s going to be another hot one today. I’m heading to the garden early feeling a little bit like sad, tempered with a good measure of gratitude.