The way it responded to my pruning reminded me of the mythical hydra, sprouting new stems, leaves and flowers wherever I snipped and pinched. I didn’t have much hope that I would get any tomatoes from it, but every evening I found myself sitting next to it, enjoying the summer breeze and carelessly picking at any suspicious looking leaf on the plant. Still, I placed it in a safer spot and cut off all the broken and damaged stems.Īfter I removed all the damage, it was as small as it had been when I purchased it. I was heartbroken and figured that was the end of my tomato plant. Then one night a particularly nasty storm blew it off the balcony, ripping many of its stems off, battering and bending what remained. I planted it in a large pot on a sunny balcony and in just a few weeks it sprawled all over the balcony railings, covered with fruit blossoms. Many years ago, before I really knew anything at all about plants or gardening, I bought a small starter Sweet 100 tomato plant.
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