As summer wears on, the bright green Tomato Hornworm once again made its appearance on the tomato plants. They are little demons. I wouldn’t mind if they munched a tomato or two, but they get carried away and go after the tomato flowers and so one comes out in the a.m. only to find stubs where there should have been a spray of tomato blossoms!
If you ignore this, they eventually will eat most of the tomato plant.The worms are very hard to find because they are the exact color of green as the tomato plant! Because of this, you usually don’t spot them until they’ve gotten huge and gross. Thus, squashing them once found is not a solution for the squeamish of which I am one. I arm myself with garden gloves, plastic bag with handles that can be tied, tongs and shears. I then pick up the free end of the branch where the beast is hiding and cut that branch, bug and all from the plant dropping it into the bag. I tie it securely and toss it in the garbage can.
Three years and still not divorced!
was an anniversary of sorts. Three years ago, my husband who lived and worked as a consultant part-time out of state, came home and after ranting angrily at me about the high cost of living in California, paused and said “I want to sell the house and move out of this state.” There was another pause and then he repeated the same thing and turning, looked at me adding “…and I don’t want you to come along.” He then turned back to watching TV. No emotion. My life was shattering where I sat. He probably doesn’t even remember it.
That’s really all I can write. I have to leave it at that and let the taint of that memory pass. I know, I really shouldn’t even think of these things much less regard them as an anniversary but considering it’s been three years and I’m still not divorced, it’s rather difficult not to.