However, despite the aversion, I did do some planting. And to my utter shock and great delight I am beginning to reap some harvest.
Tiny pebble-sized, hard, green balls turned in to firmly soft red tomatoes . . . little, sweet cherries . . . large, sliceable Better Bush. Wow! This is a delight!
Well, far be it for me to encounter anything in my life that I don't then sit and analyze. So, here is my analysis.
Gardening is a lot like pregnancy. It's hot and uncomfortable and your legs ache and forever and ever and ever it seems like all the work you're going through is for nothing. And then one day you deliver . . . or, uh, taste your first sweet cherry tomato . . . and you realize that all the work actually had a purpose. And now you're enjoying it. Oooh, boy, you are enjoying it! Kissing a soft baby head . . . holding large, sun-warmed tomatoes. See, exactly the same . . . kind of . . . you know.
So, if gardening is like pregnancy then I'm currently delivering. And my delicious bounty is filling me with joy unspeakable!!
I just may have to go through this again next year . . . speaking here of gardening, of course. Only of gardening.
Wow, you had us going there. Thought there was a big announcement coming at the end.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing better than homegrown tomatoes and homegrown kids.
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Joy
Hi there, just found you via another blog...loved this post, I'm an unwilling gardener too, but I love the harvest! :) love, Tina x
ReplyDeleteYeah - from now on... I am only planning on delivering tomoatoes!
ReplyDeleteI just loved that post! Love the pictures, love the analogy, love the warm feeling it gives me and love the memory of tomato time of year. Thank you so much for the kind words you left on my blog, you made my day.
ReplyDeleteI sooooo understand that explanation!
ReplyDeleteNina x