Last night, when the wind started getting high, I thought about my tomato plants. I thought about bringing them into the laundry room. I did think about it, but I didn’t really want to get dressed and go bumbling around out in the cold rain and wind … and they needed to be watered … and I didn’t think anything too bad would happen to them.

I should have brought them into the laundry room as soon as it got windy. Even though they were both staked, both of them were bent over completely when I looked out the window at them when the sun came up. I ran out there and tied and staked them carefully in hopes to save them somewhat, but the small one has an almost completely broken stem, near the base, and the large one (with four tomatoes on it) bent at the same location and now has a very weak stem (but not completely broken or split) also near the base.

I am heartbroken. Utterly heartbroken!

While I really, really don’t want to transplant tomato plants today on top of everything else, I am going to have to find the time to do so at some point. I have to bury the damaged stems well beneath the dirt level and then pray that works. Tomatoes will grow roots from the stem, if the stem gets buried, and I have successfully done this before, though with much smaller plants.

If I don’t get to at least eat those tomatoes and gather some seeds for spring, I swear you do not want to experience the whining, moaning, and gnashing of teeth that will be heard coming from me.

Can I not get just a little good luck in the winter garden this year?

Just a wee bit?!