No, not us. Well, yes, we as a family have also been transplanted, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Maybe later if there’s time. Yesterday we gave our tomato seedlings new homes…kind of like getting your own room after sharing with siblings for a loooong time. They’d sprouted and grown up in a 1 liter ice cream container on our window sill for the past 2 months or so, and things were just looking a little bit crowded.
This is our second attempt at growing tomatoes in pots. Our first attempt, on our apartment balcony in Minneapolis, was successful until the bearing-fruit stage. At that point the squirrels came in hordes and stole what was shaping up to be a really lovely crop. The image of Bjørn dashing through the apartment in his underwear waving a large stick and shouting at the squirrels will be forever the image I associate with that particular tomato-growing endeavor. This year our nemesis will not be the squirrels (I’ve seriously seen 2 in the nearly 6 months we’ve been here), but the weather. Cold and cloudy are not a good combination for tomatoes, I think. Or any summer garden plant, for that matter. A friend gave us some pumpkin seedlings which grew beautifully…until I transplanted them and put them outside. They’re still alive, but not looking so happy. I have definitely learned this spring that pansies totally dig the cold and the rain. Ours are so thrilled with the weather they seem like they’re about to hop out of the pot.