Today I became a failure. I saw the love of my life grown and ready. I didn’t know that it was going to happen. I was still looking at the beginning, but the end had been looming in the distance, threatening me with stares of confusion. I was looking for the small containers to put three or more in debating on the right ingredients, the right location, the right way. Then the night came in. I saw the finished product, done. Without care of what I thought or felt. That vine had already been growing without me or my care. I thought it was too soon for that love to be already grown and ready to move on, but the seeds had been stolen and given to a mill. Now the vines are rough and knobby no tender care was given. The leaves are thick and leathery, not enough nutrients were there. Only a controlled environment you were in, no room to spread out did you even know about. Just your hot house-controlled home where no love was displayed, and no happiness was shown to you. Maybe you could have been a different kind of tomato plant? is it too late? It’s only February!
So I went to the hardware store yesterday and I had just decided to plant some tomato plants from seed since it is February. I didn’t know that some horrible people already had been growing tomato plants without my knowledge. They probably started in November of last year. I saw this huge tomato plant and decided that I did have to drive home without ending my life in the parking lot. one year I did buy those plants already grown but it wasn’t fun because I received tomatoes and peppers without crying. I normally like to cry during the whole summer while my plants aren’t growing from seed. One year I had a tremendous amount of tomatoes. I didn’t know that San Marzano’s vine. I was thinking they were determinates which are the short bushy kind. Nope, they vined up. I had them in pots waiting until the frost had gone so that I could get the large plants out of my living room. I had them on a large door under grow lights. I was worried that none of them would grow so I planted more than 30 seeds. It was a lot of work. I put them all on pallets with 1×2’s connected to them. I laced strings through those and that helped to support the vines. It was a long time ago.
Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art
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