One red tomato. Yes. Still only the one. So today we picked it and Himself fried it up with mushrooms for sandwiches.
It’s been a bad year for tomatoes, Ma Yogini’s garden has only produced two red ones and many miles and an ocean away in Oregon Yancy isn’t having much luck either.
However, one red tomato is better than none. Many green tomatoes is better than dead plants. This is our first year of tomato growing after all. Next year apparently we’re growing them upside down. I’ll keep you posted.
The growing of vegetables fits well in my year of mindfulness. Slowly, slowly during the course of this year I am learning to slow down, to observe the world around me, to stop rushing on to the next thing and the next thing and to appreciate where I am right now. Learning to let go, not to grasp onto things and allow life to take me where it takes me.
As I watch my garden grow from tiny seedlings to plants bearing fruit I realise that season by season, year by year the cycles of life continue and this happens whether I am rushing about like a headless chicken, or sitting back and enjoying what happens around me. Nature doesn’t much care what I do as long as I don’t interfere in her workings. And there is a lesson in that.