I feel a good, solid pouty face coming on. All week long, I’ve wanted to plant my seven heirloom tomato seedlings (three Thai Pink Egg, two Healani, and two Chadwick Cherry) that I purchased from TomatoFest.
They’re ready to spread out and grow. And after a painfully hot, rainy, and humid summer of (*gasp*) no tomatoes in the garden, all I wanted was to plant them today. I was patient (OK, maybe not patient, but, nonetheless, I waited). Doesn’t that count for something?
The worst part is that I got glimpses of the sunshine all week long on my walks to meetings, the restroom, or my car, and I kept thinking, “On Friday, after work, I’ll get to go outside and play.” Stupid Murphy and his laws.
Here’s to hoping tomorrow will be the day.