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Welcome to A Writer’s Garden where writers who are gardeners or just love gardens will be sharing their garden and flower stories, as well as a bit about their writing.

Today’s writer/gardener guest is Gail Sattler who will be bragging about her tomatoes. Welcome, Gail!


For the last few years I’ve done an early-in-the-season post showing my strawberries, crabapples, and blueberries. This year – something different – Tomatoes!!!

For those of you who have been following me, this year my strawberries weren’t so great – they took another beating during our unseasonably cold winter. My blueberries and crabapples are plentiful and yummy.

But this year – tomatoes!

I tried sprouting some tomato plants from seeds in my kitchen window. They seemed to do okay, but… when I planted them outside, all but one died. It’s doing okay, but too small to actually produce anything by the end of the season.

Discouraged, I’d given up. But… due to COVID I had gone to the local hardware store since my husband has health issues, so he stays home, and I do all the shopping and errands.

Gail and her husband 

At the store (Rona, kinda like Home Depot, but Canadian) outside they had a clear-out of the garden plants no one had bought. And there, for 75% off – read 83 cents – were various tomato plants.

I bought three, felt quite proud of myself, and planted them. My dear darling husband, about a week later, in all his wisdom (or lack thereof) saw how happy I was with my new, and healthy acquisitions, suggested I buy more, and start a mini-tomato garden, beside the fence, on the other side of where I have my garden – which is a location proven to not have enough sunlight for healthy tomatoes.

About a week after my initial adventure, back to Rona I went, hopeful.  Lo and behold, they still had many on the rack. So I bought twelve plants, a big bag of good soil, and two landscaping ties. We had a project. We made a nice space, he cut the ties to the right size for the area, he dug up the grass, we mixed the good soil with what was there, and I planted my new tomatoes.

I’ve been diligent. I have watered them every day. Fertilized once a week. Staked them. Talked to them. Not threats, I’ve talked nice. After the advice of a friend, I have put crushed eggshells around the outer edges, that is supposed to keep slugs from crossing into the tomatoes, and something in the shells is supposed to be good for the plants. I forget exactly what. I only am following his good instructions.

And here they are today. They are tall and healthy, and have dozens of little tomatoes, and even more flowers, that will become tomatoes.




Here is a photo of one of my tomatoes from the front, my initial purchase of three plants. Isn’t it beautiful?




I’m very proud of my tomatoes. When they are ripe, I plan to sprout alfalfa seeds, which I am going to buy from my local health food store (yes, another project). The best lunches in the world are tomato and alfalfa sprout and Swiss cheese (the real thing, cheese with holes, not the processed stuff) with Miracle Whip on toasted whole wheat bread.

I don’t have a picture of that yet, but if you want to follow me on Facebook, there will be photos in September.

Happy Summer!



Gail Sattler lives in Vancouver, BC, Canada, where she and her husband are recent empty nesters and greanparents. Gail Sattler has over 40 published novels and novellas, plus a few works of non-fiction. When she’s not writing she plays bass for an Elton John tribute band as well as a community jazz band. Gail is a workshop leader, public speaker, and the OCW critique group moderator. When she’s not at her computer or making music (or at her day job) Gail likes to sit back and read a book written by someone else, accompanied by a good cup of hot coffee.

Connect with Gail at:

Gail Sattler’s blog – What Goes On In The Mind Of A Writer:  Facebook  –Gail Sattler’s Facebook author page



By Gail Sattler

Cheryl Richardson doesn’t know that her landlord who owns the other half of the duplex where she lives is plotting to build a bomb—but the FBI does. In order to discover what her landlord is planning to blow up, agent Steve Gableman moves next door to get closer to Cheryl to learn what she knows, namely the target and motive, so they can stop it. But when Steve involves himself in every area of her life, including her dog, will Cheryl be the one to explode?