"…By what stretch of arrogance do you think a life form that looks like you is more important than a life form that doesn’t?”Joel Salatin

Nothing is more beneficial to your wellbeing than to look for and acknowledge those parts of everyday life that you enjoy.

"If you are happy where you are now, why does it matter how painful it was to get there?" -- Abraham

"It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life." -- Bilbo Baggins a.k.a. The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet, and the winds long to play in your hair." -- Kahill Gibran

“And forget not

Friday, July 20, 2012

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Bruno's Tomatoes

One of Ronnie's favorite endeavors was growing tomatoes. He had no aspirations to be a farmer or even a home gardener, but every year he'd put out a few tomato plants, always in pots, usually two or three different kinds. Over the years, he decided he liked the cherry size ones best -- because they're sweet and don't take so long to get ripe.

He never bought enough plants to even get one salad serving at a time, though, so mostly I left the tomato plants to his care and chuckled under my breath when he'd bring in two or three tiny tomatoes and put them in my kitchen window for me to use. "I brought ya some "maters," he'd say.

By late February, Ronnie was paralyzed and in a wheel chair but come spring, he had me go get some tomato plants. I arranged them in pots and set them in his preferred location, right behind our bedroom. They did fairly well, grew tall and put out lots of foilage, but it got too hot too soon and the drought set in. Every day when I'd come in from tending to the pigeons and fish pond, he'd ask, "Did you water my tomatoes?" I did but the weather took a major toll on them and by the time Ronnie passed on, the plants were dead -- or so I thought.

Somethings are just harder to do than others when it comes time to "clear out" the pieces of another person's discarded life. I 'd look at the crispy white wilted foilage on the tomato plants and remember Ronnie telling me, every year, "If you'll keep them watered, you 'll have some fall tomatoes." That seldom happened, but I left the plants in place which for a while only served as a stark reminder of the miserable summer.

A few weeks ago -- after the rains came, I looked out the beautiful brand new window in my bedroom and noticed that the tomato plant had revived at the top and there was an abundance of tiny green berries all over it. By the time the bitter cold arrived, the berries had turned into green "cherries" so I picked them and put them in my kitchen window.

As you can see, they are beginning to ripen. I've already eaten a couple. I thought about Bruno as the delicious flavor mingled with the sweet memories, "I brought you some 'maters ."

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