Today I decided to try to fix up the sickly tomato plant that's been having some trouble in the garden. I'm a little bit ashamed that I've let it go on so long like this, especially since I've been around tomato plants almost all of my life, I should know how to take better care of one, but I've been busy with other tasks around the Liquoristerie, and taking care of plants isn't my top priority. I am the resident gardener though, so I feel like I should be trying to take care of the plants. Unfortunately, I don't have quite the green thumb of my mother, but I do know a thing or two.
I guess I can take a little comfort in the fact that I told Jill and Pascal within the first week that it shouldn't been in that little pot, but I could have taken initiative sooner nonetheless, so excuses don't really count for much. They never really do anyway.
I did get some tips from my mom that I scribbled down in my notebook, so I had a nice list of steps to take, although it's not nearly as extensive as I'm sure she would have liked, but then again I have limited gardening resources over here, so we had to make do.
The first step was to dig a new hole for the little one, so I dug it out and set it in the shade to rest up before giving it a bigger home with a freshly stocked fridge.
Next I added the compost. Jill's been tossing all of her kitchen scraps into makeshift pallet-built compost pile, so I dug out a couple of scoops of those and threw them into the bottom of the hole.
After watering it in, which made a pretty gross-looking soup, I threw some eggshells and salmon skin on the top. My mom recommended any sort of fish meal for some good plant food, so I told Jill to save any fish guts she might have for the project.
I'll post again soon, I'm sorry that it's been so long since the last one. I've been really busy. There are those excuses again though, I've got to remember that they don't really mean all that much.