Dead seedlings

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.

The Roma plants on the left are fine, but half the Giant Beefsteak on the right are fried.

The Heirloom Beefsteak will be ok, too. To the far right of them, the peppers are starting to sprout.