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Tomato Sauce, Anyone?

I'm really trying to follow through with this whole "growing a farm" thing. This week a dear friend of mine gave me 21 tomato plants to take home. Most of them already have tomatoes growing! I brought them home and planted all of them. Some are in pots, and some are in a not-so-tidy row of land I cleared by hand.

Add these to the two tomato plants I already have, and I have 23 tomato plants. That means a whole lotta canning at some point in my future.

Feeling inspired by my gardening, I bought a small tabletop greenhouse. I still have a stack of seeds ready to sprout. I had some great success with the last set until I move the sprouted plants outside. Only one survived, and I have no earthly idea what kind of plant it is.

I never thought I'd reach the point of my life when gardening is fun. But it is. And the more I learn about commercial farming (especially outside of the U.S.) the more determined I am to grow my own fruits and vegetables. In fact, if we really knew the truth about what we don't know, we'd all storm the grocery stores and demand that ALL our produce come from the U.S.

But my current shopping habits are another post altogether.

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Christy said…
I dearly wish I could buy all local and organic foods. There is a bill up right now, though, that may make local farming (and alarmists even say backyard gardening) nearly extinct. How sad.
I'm loving the gardening thing too, as you read. And we definitely have plenty of tomatoes going! I'll have to learn the canning deal too - but maybe next season :)
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frabjouspoet said…
I didn't know about that bill. Why would someone even consider that? We have a LOT of farmers around here (and I work with many farmers' wives) who have told me all sorts of stories about the way produce is treated and grown in other countries. I absolutely REFUSE to buy anything that's not from the US. That limits me, but it's so worth it.
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