One perfect heirloom tomato.

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?

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