Gardening Tips ~ DIY Tomato Cages

A Gift for Mom! 🤍

I can’t believe how fast time has gone, can you believe it is June?!?! Crazy! It does mean one thing, we are getting even closer to those yummy veggies I can’t stop talking about. Anyone have veggies getting close or done?

One of my favorite things in the garden has to be the tomatoes, there are just so many things you can do with them. Unfortunately for us, they can sometimes be the most difficult to maintain. Last year our tomato plants were huge and overflowing with fruit. They devoured our little tomato cages and it turned into a giant mess making it almost impossible to pick.

In an attempt to avoid last years disaster I decided to browse the internet for ideas. I fell in love with these cages on the Better Homes and Gardens website and knew they would be perfect for our garden. I sent the link to my husband to see if he would make them for me; it took a little batting of my baby blues but he agreed. I was so excited and they turned out even better than I imagined!

Didn’t my hubby do a great job, he is a keeper!

I am hoping these cages will help contain the plants as they grow big, so far they seem to be holding up well; except for a few pieces where my husband used old barn wood. It looks really cool but some of that has started to split so we may have to replace a few of those. Otherwise they should work well!

The old barn wood makes it look cool, but didn’t quite hold up.

Also, on a side note we were out looking at our apricot tree and found 3 pieces of fruit…anyone think they will make it? It is not hopeful but maybe.

How is your garden? Any plants yet?

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I am an Omaha native now living in the beautiful town of Valentine, Nebraska. If you haven’t visited you must! It is a gorgeous town that boosts its natural beauty. I am also a wife and mother of two beautiful little girls, living the daily struggle of balancing all life has to offer. My greatest joy is getting to spend time with my family, whether it's cooking, dancing or traveling, we do our best to take it all in and enjoy every moment.

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