As I cleared away the debris of expired plants from my balcony, I smiled — imagining archaeologists a century from now examining the boards of my deck and finding the fossilized remains of small-fruited heirloom tomatoes that had rolled into crannies and become unwitting players in history.
And next, bring on the anthropologists, to hypothesize about early 21st century urban dwellers and their desperate efforts to secure green space and achieve some small measure of sustainability.
Let me back up a bit in telling this story: About 10 days ago, I went outside to survey the garden since I’d pulled up stakes and called it a wrap for the season. Remember, I’d previously brought in my Rosalita and Isis candy heirloom tomato plants at the threat of frost in hopes that the southern sun flooding through the glass sliders would be sufficient for continued ripening. (They were covered stem-to-stem in green fruit that had sprouted before summer ran out.)
I left the wild cherry, which was the earliest of the tomatoes to mature, outside since it already had provided quite a prolific supply of tiny pearl-like fruit, and thus, I believed, completed its cycle.
Well, the wild cherry apparently wasn’t ready to go “gentle into that good night.” Through the cold and absence of watering (at least by this gardener’s hand) it continued to make tomatoes — decorating the brown stems with its bright red bounty. And when its efforts went unheralded and its gifts uncollected the heirloom proceeded to drop the excess onto the flooring.
I was so impressed by its resilience that I decided I’d move the other two pampered heirlooms (which had indeed continued to provide an indoor harvest) back out to join the wild cherry. By happenstance, Chicago’s weather took a turn for the better around that time and all three plants gave a final push and produced one more wave of tomatoes.
So, before I started clearing the balcony, I undertook one final tomato harvesting, even plucking up a few fruit that had fallen and then ripened on the deck (leaving perhaps a couple that had hidden themselves in knotholes for posterity). Besides turning the tomatoes into salads and other dishes in the coming days I’m considering taking a stab at retrieving some of their seeds to use next year. I must admit, though, that I’m a little intimidated by the “how to” instructions. (So, any words of encouragement would be appreciated.)
Gardener’s notes: Of the three heirloom tomatoes that were in my garden this summer — wild cherry, Rosalita and Isis candy — my favorite was the Isis candy. It was sweet and delicious with a color range from yellow to golden orange to red. The Rosalita had a mild flavor and the wild cherry had a richer taste. All were pretty prolific, but the wild cherry was the fastest starter.
[Photos: The top photo shows my wild cherry heirloom tomatoes nesting beneath vibrant green leaves at the peak of the season. The second photo shows that by fall, the leaves and stems had turned brown, but the tomatoes kept on coming. The thumbnail shows a medley of all three varieties.]
How lovely to get another harvest from your tomatoes, especially after you thought they had given up. Thank you also for the review on the varieties, it’s always helpful to know how they perform. There’s an award for you on my blog, I hope you will accept it.
Jo,
I’m headed to your blog now! Thanks for the award 🙂