Fruit of the Garden Produced with Love
Today, I
munched on my very first garden grown tomato.
The taste of this freshly picked, firm, fleshy fruit is a great addition
to any culinary dish. As I prepared my
lunch, I teased my palate with the bottom slice of the tomato. Oh, the cool
watery texture was sweet.
Placing
thin slices upon cream cheese, hummus, and avocado made my sandwich a gourmet
treat. The rich red color made my lunch
a visual portrait. Yummy! This summer delight almost didn't happen.
My husband
and I decided not to plant our annual large vegetable garden. The rationale for
this decision was driven by the following forces:
- First, we live in the Intermountain West. We have to wait until after Memorial Day to even think about anything more than beets, carrots, or any tuber that might survive the Spring frost.
- Secondly, June mysteriously was over-scheduled with workshops, reunions, and other travels.
- And of course, we had new projects requiring more time from our lives.

flowerbed in
front of my living room window. My DNA
made me to do it. It wouldn’t be summer without my own tomatoes.
My rationale was to protect the plants and keep them warm using the heat that radiates from the bricks. Warm my tomatoes, um...this summer we are experiencing record-breaking heat! I thought I was going to eat "fried green tomatoes" instead of those beautiful fully ripened red tomatoes with a fragrance that defies all perfume experts.

You know in
life, it is often the simplest of joys that makes one's heart swell with love.
Thanks to those who kept my tomatoes refreshed. I am enjoying the fruit of the garden and the
love of the men in my life.
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