At the beginning of spring I never would have believed that my tomatoes would be all played out by the beginning of July. But that's indeed what has happened. You may recall the issues I had with my cherry tomato, Sweet Million. Eventually that plant succumbed to spider mites and a general unhappiness and went to the big compost pile in the sky.
Last week the lovely Cherokee Purple tomato started looking bad starting from the bottom leaves and going upward. I'm sure it probably had some type of wilt, probably not too surprising for an heirloom plant. But the tomatoes were still hanging in there fairly well. Until a few days ago. Then some beastie, be it a squirrel, bird, racoon, or possum, started eating my almost ripe tomatoes. What nerve!! I tried to stick it out but finally, after losing one too many tomatoes to the unknown critter, I picked the rest of them even though they weren't fully ripe. So sad.
All is not lost though. I plan to start my fall crop of tomatoes soon. This is really the toughest time in a southern garden, so keeping baby tomato plants alive in August will be a challenge. (You don't know how hard it is to get motivated about new plants when everything and everyone is barely surviving the heat!) I've never attempted this before, probably because of how difficult it seemed and the typical summer malaise. But I'm thinking I'm up for the challenge this year so wish me luck!