Sasha
I know this guy in Siberia. Well, I wish I knew him – I feel like I know him. He grows tomatoes and so do I. In fact, I grow his tomato – a beaut called “Sasha’s Altai”. A luscious tomato with exactly the right amount of juice and meat and flavor.
I hit a milestone as a gardener recently, I planted my first saved Sasha seeds – saved from my own garden at 8,120 ft. Sasha lives in the mountains too – mountains that look much like the Rockies – and even colder. He developed this big, juicy tomato after saving the seeds for many years.
I know I will cry when I see germination – I almost did when I planted them but I was too busy giggling at how many seeds I had in my ‘seed cake’ – (the dry seed caked together), and I only planted a few really early ones – hoping to adapt them to the cool winter greenhouse for an even tougher Sasha.
I am connected to this person – I grow his tomato – it’s personal. I love his tomato. What if I could meet him someday? What if I could talk tomato talk with him? I’m starved for a serious tomato freak to really get down and dirty with me. Sasha is somewhere in the Altai Mountains in Siberia – perhaps not even knowing his tomato became one of the best tasting tomatoes in the world – winning taste tests far and wide. I am in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado – thinking about Sasha and those delicious tomatoes we ate for months this year.
To read an amazing story of tomato love go to the Seeds Trust website and read the story of Sasha – and fall in love. I dare you not to.
Mountain gardeners- Sasha’s big, red tomato is so early – and so good and he’s done all the work for us by adapting this tomato to high cold conditions and sharing it with the world.
We are all family in the tomato garden – fascinating fruits they are. I’m friends with a guy I’ve never met in Siberia – all over a tomato – not just any tomato - but I still thank Sasha every time I bite into that glorious juice.
Next year I will seriously grow him for seed and spread it far and wide. I happen to have a Peep or two who might be interested in some as well as my mountain gardener friends.
Here’s to you Sasha – who knows – one day perhaps we’ll meet, on your mountain or mine, I’ll try not to cry when I do – just laugh instead and talk tomato talk.
I hit a milestone as a gardener recently, I planted my first saved Sasha seeds – saved from my own garden at 8,120 ft. Sasha lives in the mountains too – mountains that look much like the Rockies – and even colder. He developed this big, juicy tomato after saving the seeds for many years.
I know I will cry when I see germination – I almost did when I planted them but I was too busy giggling at how many seeds I had in my ‘seed cake’ – (the dry seed caked together), and I only planted a few really early ones – hoping to adapt them to the cool winter greenhouse for an even tougher Sasha.
I am connected to this person – I grow his tomato – it’s personal. I love his tomato. What if I could meet him someday? What if I could talk tomato talk with him? I’m starved for a serious tomato freak to really get down and dirty with me. Sasha is somewhere in the Altai Mountains in Siberia – perhaps not even knowing his tomato became one of the best tasting tomatoes in the world – winning taste tests far and wide. I am in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado – thinking about Sasha and those delicious tomatoes we ate for months this year.
To read an amazing story of tomato love go to the Seeds Trust website and read the story of Sasha – and fall in love. I dare you not to.
Mountain gardeners- Sasha’s big, red tomato is so early – and so good and he’s done all the work for us by adapting this tomato to high cold conditions and sharing it with the world.
We are all family in the tomato garden – fascinating fruits they are. I’m friends with a guy I’ve never met in Siberia – all over a tomato – not just any tomato - but I still thank Sasha every time I bite into that glorious juice.
Next year I will seriously grow him for seed and spread it far and wide. I happen to have a Peep or two who might be interested in some as well as my mountain gardener friends.
Here’s to you Sasha – who knows – one day perhaps we’ll meet, on your mountain or mine, I’ll try not to cry when I do – just laugh instead and talk tomato talk.
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