My crop

I have grown tomatoes over many years with varying degrees of success,  yet perhaps none have been quite as much fun as a hanging basket of them.
Not that they have exactly lived up the promise of keeping us in full supply of tomatoes over the summer months, But what we have reaped have been excellent.
The first time I grew my own tomatoes I had a fairly large greenhouse in which there was room for cucumbers and courgettes. Oh yes, and melons.  My enthusiasm was possibly as much to do with justifying the expense of the greenhouse as the delight of my own crop.
I still have a small greenhouse, but more recently I have taken to trying to grow them outside.  There was one year we had a worthwhile crop of tomatoes, then another when  we really had no success at all, and ended dup throwing away unripe, or diseased tomatoes, along with the total plant foliage.
So  when I spotted the already planted hanging baskets at our local supermarket’s gardening section, I decided it was time to try my hand again, although in a somewhat different manner than ever before.
Unfortunately a few days away during one of our hottest spells rather set them back through lack of watering.  By the time they recovered I feared that even if we sae tomatoes, they woul work out as some of the most expensive they could be.
In fact we have been quite well rewarded, and the freshly picked fruit has a taste of its own, far removed from those currently on the supermarket racks.

Next year perhaps I will start a little earlier. And not go away at a crucial time in their growth.