San Francisco Fog

Today Liz and I met in Davis and went to the Farmers Market, to decompress.  We started at Borders, actually, and then wandered to the park and found the ATM and went crazy purchasing vegetables and fruit and bread and lamb and – in one remarkable instance – a tomato plant.

This tomato plant is called a San Francisco Fog (or maybe that’s just how it was labeled) and I purchased it because: a) I’ve been dying to grow something on our balcony; b) I looooove tomatoes; and c) I didn’t know that tomatoes would grow here, I thought they needed like lots of sun or something.  So I’m excited to see how this plant grows.  We are going to put it into a 5-gallen kitty litter bucket that we have for some reason, and then I’m going to water it and watch it grow into a huge, multi-tomato bearing tree.  Oh yeah, my plant will be a tomato tree.

Don’t plants grow better if they have names?  Oh no, wait, that’s cows give more milk.  Never mind.