Our nasty, hot sticky weather–high 90s for days and days on end, coupled with so much humidity the hill across the street was covered in a white haze–has finally broken. Quite dramatically. Now we’ve been getting days where the warmest it gets is into the low 60s. There was no transition at all; it is as though someone has just flipped a switch.
I thought it might make some of my hot weather loving plants pout, but so far I haven’t seen any sign of it. My tomatoes are not only blooming, some of them have green tomatoes the size of golf balls on them!! This is the best I’ve ever done with tomatoes so far. I had potted them on so far (most of them into 10″ pots) that they decided they quite liked it there and had started to bloom in the pots. I thought the shock of transplanting them might make them drop the blossoms or something, but, quite to the contrary, they hit the ground running.
In the meantime, we are all battling off a cold of another sort, the kind with coughs and sore throats, and an endless mountain of thoroughly used tissues. I am pouting, even if my tomatoes aren’t.