The tomatoes are in the dahlias.  The tomatoes are in the snapdragons.  The tomatoes are in the cosmos.  (They have not yet reached the sunflowers – and believe me when I say I am not going to let that happen.)

It started out innocently enough, as these things do.  The tag on the garden center 6-pack said “Container – Determinate” – and something about 65 days.  That’s all I wanted.  A few nice, contained, determined cherry tomato.

Lies – all lies.  These creeping giants passed “Container – Determinate” about 4 feet ago.  I swear I hear them laughing at my feeble twine-and-stake attempts to restrain them.  “Foolish human!”  they chuckle as they crawl another foot or two between the stems and leaves of the plants next door.  “We’re tomatoes!  This is what we do!”

Meanwhile:  the luminous dahlia, the fragrant yarrow, the dance of the cosmos.  All from seed planted this spring.  Forgive me for such a short and silly post tonight.  I got started late – and anyway what can I say that the cosmos don’t already tell?