A little finality

We've been having some frosty nights from the storm system that dumped an October snow on the Northeast. Before the frosts came, we picked half a bushel of tomatoes. At least, I know that it filled our half-bushel peach basket. The tomatoes ripened quickly in the warm kitchen, and tonight, I made a huge batch of marinara sauce in the 8-quart stockpot. Delicious- even better than home-canned marinara, is the fresh sauce made from freshly-ripe tomatoes.

Looking back at the varieties of tomatoes that we planted, I have to say that I would love to see more heirloom "Mountain Pride" in our garden next year. We got beautiful fruit from that vine, when most of the "Better Boys" gave us split skins and rotten spots. Granted, we should have supplemented the soil with more lime, but the "Mountain Pride" didn't seem to mind the deficiency at all. This discovery alone justifies this blog- to look back on what we did, to figure out what works for next time!

We realized that all of the cherry tomato plants were "too much of a good thing." We were overrun with them all summer. Even after our fall gathering-spree, the vines are still full of fruit. Two vines, maximum, will provide all of the fruit this family can reasonably consume.

I'm still pondering the squash borer conundrum. We lost our squash and zucchini plants early in the season, which left a hole between our tomato rows. This gave Rosie ample opportunity to do what Great Pyrenees do well: dig holes. Since then, the chickens have spent a good bit of time in the garden, scratching up cardboard and eating pests. Did they get the borers? At least we know better than to plant the squash in that spot next year.

And watermelons. We won't be wasting our time on those for the third year in a row. We are not watermelon-growing people. Watermelon-eating, yes. But not -growing. End of that discussion.