Good Grief, I am going to complain a bit before I start. I just had an entire paragraph disappear because the palm of my hand hit the built in mouse on this lap top. I think it is time for a different computer. So, I will try to remember what I wrote, which is never the easiest thing for me to do.
I feel a bit like the time I killed the calla lily that our family received at my mother’s funeral. It was so pretty, and it grew and grew, and one day it was limp and dying and I couldn’t do anything to save it. Today when I looked at the tomato plants in the seedling flat, it was nearly the same story. There were about half of the giant beefsteak looking like a piece of yarn that had been shredded by a flock of birds. It is a good thing that I purchase packets that have lots of seeds. At any rate, I pretty much know what I am doing tomorrow.