I've had problems with tomatos, too, and my brother-in-law, who has always had a great garden has had trouble the last 2 years----we live in Texas so I really don't know what is going on. I know that the heat hasn't helped. I've had better luck with habanero peppers and herbs and of course nothing kills mint.
I have tried this, but I don't have the time and/or patience to keep it up as regularly as I need to. If I let it go more than a week without upkeep, the weeds take over. I really like eating veggies that we grow, but so far it has turned out to be more work than we can do.
I have a garden but have trouble with groundhogs beating me to the crop. I've done a lot of things to keep them out. But they're hungry, and know where the dinner is. It's taken a few years of my fencing them off, and I think I've won.
Old Bay---
Would you believe that my daughter had one of those critters for a pet???She called him Mercutio (spelling is butchered I'm sure) after a Shakespearian character but we called him Damian behind his back because he was the devil incarnate---all of us were afraid of him because he had inflicted vicious bites on both my husband and myself. He only was nice to our daughter. I know that had we been in a garden battle with him we would have lost. ha! The funniest story ever was the night that my 18 year old son fell asleep on the couch and woke up to find "Damian" (who had escaped his cage) inches away from you know what and the horrific scream that roared through the house afterword. Luckily, our son and his manhood remained intact, and the screaming scared off "Damian" who was coaxed back into his cage. Alas, Damian, went to that great big burrow in the sky
tried hard as I could to squeeze out some tears, but the lemon juice just wasn't working.
Would you believe that my daughter had one of those critters for a pet???She called him Mercutio (spelling is butchered I'm sure) after a Shakespearian character but we called him Damian behind his back because he was the devil incarnate---all of us were afraid of him because he had inflicted vicious bites on both my husband and myself. He only was nice to our daughter. I know that had we been in a garden battle with him we would have lost. ha! The funniest story ever was the night that my 18 year old son fell asleep on the couch and woke up to find "Damian" (who had escaped his cage) inches away from you know what and the horrific scream that roared through the house afterword. Luckily, our son and his manhood remained intact, and the screaming scared off "Damian" who was coaxed back into his cage. Alas, Damian, went to that great big burrow in the sky
tried hard as I could to squeeze out some tears, but the lemon juice just wasn't working.
Old Bay---
Would you believe that my daughter had one of those critters for a pet???She called him Mercutio (spelling is butchered I'm sure) after a Shakespearian character but we called him Damian behind his back because he was the devil incarnate---all of us were afraid of him because he had inflicted vicious bites on both my husband and myself. He only was nice to our daughter. I know that had we been in a garden battle with him we would have lost. ha! The funniest story ever was the night that my 18 year old son fell asleep on the couch and woke up to find "Damian" (who had escaped his cage) inches away from you know what and the horrific scream that roared through the house afterword. Luckily, our son and his manhood remained intact, and the screaming scared off "Damian" who was coaxed back into his cage. Alas, Damian, went to that great big burrow in the sky
tried hard as I could to squeeze out some tears, but the lemon juice just wasn't working.
Would you believe that my daughter had one of those critters for a pet???She called him Mercutio (spelling is butchered I'm sure) after a Shakespearian character but we called him Damian behind his back because he was the devil incarnate---all of us were afraid of him because he had inflicted vicious bites on both my husband and myself. He only was nice to our daughter. I know that had we been in a garden battle with him we would have lost. ha! The funniest story ever was the night that my 18 year old son fell asleep on the couch and woke up to find "Damian" (who had escaped his cage) inches away from you know what and the horrific scream that roared through the house afterword. Luckily, our son and his manhood remained intact, and the screaming scared off "Damian" who was coaxed back into his cage. Alas, Damian, went to that great big burrow in the sky
tried hard as I could to squeeze out some tears, but the lemon juice just wasn't working.
Oh my gosh that is so neat that your daughter had one for a pet I wish that I could have seen it.