This may look like just a tomato, but it is so much more! It’s the fruit of neighborhood, friendship, and long roots in one place. I wasn't even going to plant tomatoes this summer, but a friend gave me one started in their greenhouse.
I am impatient with the flowers I'm growing from seed this year - after a cool spring, it has taken forever to get the first nasturtium and zinnia. The end of summer looms. I know from experience that growing things takes time, so why the impatience? Is there a deeper issue with my soul?
The day after the hail storm, the mums were reduced to just a few stalks. I wondered if they would recover for the late summer/fall bloom. Now, a month later, the damage to the mums isn’t even visible. Green leaves fill the healthy stalks, and tiny buds are forming. They are remarkably resilient. I hope for such resilience in my friends who are encountering storms.