After many years of struggling to raise tomatoes in the desert, Ken has succeeded. We’ve been eating them like apples. I helped plant them originally, and I did a reminder about fertilizer (they are in pots), but Ken did all the daily maintenance. Thanks to my friend Jake. She suggested the nursery that acclimates such plants to the desert growing season. And thanks to my Grm (Grandmother) and Mom for raising me to appreciate homegrown food. Ken grew up in a city, no gardening, so I think it’s even more exciting we could enjoy these fruits of our (mostly his) labor.
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