Well, okay, so that’s actually all I’ve gotten so far. But there are lots and lots on the vine! Still green! I can’t wait!! But yesterday when I went to water my garden plot, there was this one huge, perfectly imperfect pinkish-red lumpy tomato, tucked down at the bottom so that I couldn’t see it through the foliage until I happened to be down low looking for eggplant. Amazing. It grew and ripened there without my obsessing about it. Like a little blessing that I didn’t ask for or try to control or worry about or… expect. I am not, after all, entitled to a perfect heirloom tomato.
I’m thinking maybe there’s a life lesson here?