It does my heart good to visit my tomato sprouts each day, spritzing them with their morning shower. Last year I planted a non-hybrid heirloom tomato called Rutgers. They were complimentary seeds from a web site I’m afraid I can’t remember. I sent for them [paying only postage] in order to get a self-sustaining variety going in the garden. Non-hybrid varieties will reproduce themselves but hybrids will not. Well, you may get a plant from a hybrid but it won’t necessarily be the same tomato from last season.
At the end of the summer I split open a ripe tomato, spread the seedy pulp out on a paper towel exposing the seeds, and let it dry in a cool place. Then I rolled it up and stored it in my seed basket. A month ago I peeled seeds from the paper and planted them in a small jiffy pot planter. I followed the instructions about wetting the pots, put the lid on, and let the little mini greenhouse languish on a sunny windowsill until the sprouts began pushing at the top of the lid. Then I thinned the sprouts to only two stems per pot.
In another couple of months they should be big enough to transplant the entire peat pot into the garden. Of course I will wait until after Mothers’ Day, the date when frost is no longer likely in our area Next year I will repeat the process. I may never buy tomato seeds or plants again!
Islands of snow spot the frozen ground outside but this little touch of green makes me think of spring.