I used to have a competition with an old Italian fella on who could have the first ripe tomato of the season. Much to his disgust, I won more than him. He’s with God now, but I see his son around so now it’s a second generation battle. And I’m gonna win again this year!
Next year I’ll pull my finger out and grow one of his plants from seed, because I wanna beat him at his own game.
I used to have a competition with an old Italian fella on who could have the first ripe tomato of the season. Much to his disgust, I won more than him. He’s with God now, but I see his son around so now it’s a second generation battle. And I’m gonna win again this year! Next year I’ll pull my finger out and grow one of his plants from seed, because I wanna beat him at his own game.
Heh tomatoes are not an easy win against italians!
My two pots of tomatoes were a poor cousin to his backyard filled with plants, but I still won more than I lost.