Ask the Eatonton Gardenerd

Spring planted tomatoes are bearing heavily. While color creeps across the fruit, drapes of sticky leaves conceal caterpillar hordes. Black castings rain down on fruit and leaf below. Some sad starts, stunted, diseased, and dying, never felt the springtime vigor of the better vines. Sevin-dusted beefsteaks bust out of their collapsing steel cages, tomato towers of Pisa, picture-perfect orbs glow i…