I have talked with to others that garden and there is one thing that most of us have in common...a "dislike" of the tomato worm.
I wanted to make the garden fun for the grandkids. So I bought 4 different colors of tomatoes - red, green, yellow, and black, although I suspect that the black one is actually a very dark red variety. The tomatoes are doing quite well and we have blooms and fruit on all 4 of the plants.
I understand that there is an ecosystem in my backyard, I also understand that even tomato worms have a place in the circle of life (cues Elton John song). But you see, we are a vegetarian household and those worms are after our food. Its us or them. But the bigger question is how will the Grandkids react to them? What we do is cut off the branch that they are destroying and then dispatch them to the big garden in the sky. The branch is then composted.
So last night after coming home later than usual, I went out to the garden by myself to check on its progress and the Grands were getting their shower and ready for bed. It was still early enough that the bees were flying around the blooms and the air itself seemed to be buzzing with life. I enjoy those times when the world seems quiet and I am a part of it rather than a lumbering giant that is interfering with the process. I was looking for the little green eating machines when I heard the back door open and Ian came running out calling my name. After saying good nights, and getting hugs, he wanted to know what I was doing. Knowing this for the ploy to stay up later (generations before him have tried the same trick) I told him. I really expected him to tell me that he wanted to help me, but instead I was told to make sure that I "chop em in half Grandma!" and he ran off in the direction of the house.
I found 3 and I did as I was told.
Yes, these are the moments in life that bring us together and closer as a family. If you would excuse me, I need to go get my garden snips, the grandkids just came home from school.