The remaining green bean vines have been pulled up, and a few days ago, the Old Man pulled up all of the tomato plants. Yep, all 12 of them. Unfortunately I have to agree with him when he said this was his worst garden ever.
They picked maybe 10 tomatoes this season; most of them the size of a tennis ball or smaller. In summers past, we would take 6 or so bags of tomatoes to church for a month or two of Sundays to give to our little old lady friends. This year, we took one small bag with three small tomatoes to one of our little old ladies. Sorry, girls.
Dad is already working on next year's garden, mainly, finding a different place to buy his plants.
There's always next year.
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