Eating My Words

Yesterday, I said this:

” My plans for a heritage garden have evaporated, and I’ll have to buy some Early Girls in town. I’m sure they won’t have Cherokee Purple tomatoes in Worland! “

So… I shoot to town this morning with a gigantic list.

The second place I stop is our little Pamida store. Although I rarely buy any plants there, I usually cruise through the tiny greenhouse just to see what I can see.

At the end of an aisle is a large sign…

HEIRLOOM TOMATOES

Really?

At *Pamida*?

I check the one side, just peppers… and none seem to be heirlooms… so I go around to the other side.

Yes, you know what is coming.

A section of CHEROKEE PURPLE HEIRLOOM TOMATOES.

They’re in pretty good condition too… so, without a second thought, I snag them up… plus a Margold tomato as well.

Never never never would I have believed they would have them.

Goes to show what I know.

I continued on to two other *real* greenhouses… neither had any more heirlooms.

Barring any other stinking mice… in a couple of months… I’ll enjoy eating my words!