There was something unique about my first tomato. It reminded me of myself.
You see, it wasn't quite what I had pictured. It was small. It had markings of imperfections. It was slightly dirty. I could tell it had 'weathered' the test of time.
But, it was my first tomato.
This tomato had quite the journey to get to my mouth:
- It started as a small seed. I planted it indoors in late March/early April. I then transplanted it into the garden in June. Still it was just a small two inch plant.
- It withstood the floods of June.
- It grew, even though weeds tried to entangle it.
- We then worked so hard to mulch the garden and suffocate the weeds. I found myself being so protective of my little plants. They were so cute as they grew!
So, finally today, September 5, 2014, I picked my first tomato.
And while, this tomato wasn't perfect, neither am I!
It was still worth the journey - floods, weeds, mulching, dirt and all!
And in the end it was sweet and felt like a long awaited gift to me :)
Can you relate?