If your nighttime temps come up that will help. Our daytime is about the same as yours and mine are growing. Not a lot but there are some tomatoes that have formed. Tomatoes need not to hot but not too cold temps. 65-70 F./18-21 C. during day, at least 55 F./13 C. at night are ideal to set fruit. They also need a fair amount of water, but not soggy soil. And no water on the plant. Any other things you want to know not to do?
Until the soil temps get up they aren't going to do much. Tomatoes like soils of 80'F or warmer, and until this week we haven't had the weather needed to heat things up. My peas went into the ground on May 8; yet they are only 3 inches tall. My corn that I planted 2 weeks ago is taller, because it's in cell packs (in the greenhouse) and the soil has had a chance to warm. IT is farther north than I am so I doubt that it's warmer there.
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Or perhaps he's right, and chem trails really are causing problems. :laughing:
I planted about 3 rows of corn once and about the time I got to the end of the last row I turned around and my dog had been following me eating the corn kernels. She had a hard time pooping after that.
I'd had my dog about a month when I planted a row of potatoes. Then I wanted to talk to my mother and it was getting late so I called while out in the garden.
Ruger walked up with a potato which I must have dropped and proceeded to eat it. Then he came up with another, and a third one; I really did need to pay more attention and stop dropping them. The next day I saw where he had dug up a 5 foot strip in the row, :laughing:
That summer I couldn't figure out why my tomatoes would start to ripen yet I never got any. Then one day I saw him go out and eat three, one right after another... My hens were laying eggs on the floor of the coop and when they stopped I assumed that it was because of the heat... then one day I watched my dog go in, grab an egg, go outside to eat it then go get another.
I can't blame him though, when I got him he'd spent the first year of his life on a chain and had to forage for his food; he weighed 63 lbs and you could see every rib on his body, feel every bone in his spine while running your hand down his back. Heck, I had to teach him how to be a dog, all that he knew was that stinking rope.
