These tall ones are succulents. I'm sure if they were outdoors they wouldn't be as "leggy" and would fill out more, but all things considered, they're doing fine.
I'm afraid I'm not totally impartial to all my plant "children". I have favorites. My very favorite is the little skinny cactus that started out about 2" high and is now having to be propped up against the light cord to avoid bending over. (He's the one in the blue pot.) The cats liked him too, and I had to rescue him from the floor and repot him at least three times before I finally persuaded the felines (with the aid of a squirt bottle) to leave the plants alone. He managed to survive all that and just kept growing. What a little trooper!
The plant in the red pot on the right is not one of the original California plants, but is growing from a leaf that got knocked off another plant of mine. I stuck the leaf in water and it rooted and here we are.
From inside plants we go to outside plants. The last week in May I finally felt well enough to drag myself to the local Rural King store to buy some tomato plants and potting soil. I hauled out the large pots from the shed and filled them with the potting soil, which has "Miracle Gro" fertilizer built in. I transplanted the tomatoes into the pots and took this picture about a week later, in the first week or so of June.
I took these pictures this afternoon, approximately 6 weeks later.Gotta love that "Miracle Gro"!
As you can see, I have some nice size green tomatoes coming along. I can't wait until they're ready to pick, probably in another week or two.
This one is already starting to pinken up. Two of the plants are cherry tomatoes and the other is a mid-size variety, which will be just right for sandwiches.
When I was a kid my dad always planted a large garden. For many years there was a two-lot vacant lot next door to us and he got permission from the owner to put in all in a huge garden. No tiller or cultivator, just a spading fork, a hoe, and a lot of sweat. I loved to help him with the garden and he taught me how to recognize and pull weeds (instead of the tiny seedlings that were sprouting). I got a nickel a row for weeding and all summer I could make a dollar a week. (Hey, in the 50's that was big money to a 10 year old!) He grew all kinds of stuff, mostly for us to eat: lettuce, radishes, tomatoes, potatoes (Idaho and sweet), beans, peas, broccoli, cauliflower, rhubarb--boy, my mom could make a fantastic rhubarb pie!--strawberries, cantalope, squash, cucumbers, peppers, and watermelon. Each year he'd plant one row of something unusual, and in early fall I'd haul it off to school for show and tell. The ones I remember are peanuts and cotton. I guess my "green thumb" comes from Dad. He'd be proud of my tomatoes.