It’s about that time of year to harvest your first homegrown tomatoes! I grow mine in pots on the deck because the deer eat them. Here’s a goofy poem I wrote in 1984 when I lived elsewhere and wasn’t bothered by deer:
I sprinkled seeds so tenderly
upon the sphagnum moss,
I watered thinking all the time
of fresh spaghetti sauce.
They grew until their little arms
reached high into the sun,
I plopped them in the earth outside,
Oh! Gardening is fun!
They grew so bushy, big, and green
I clapped my hands in glee,
I’m going on vacation now,
So grow! Don’t wait for me!
When I returned in two short weeks
a sight did I behold,
A covering of yellow buds
was ready to unfold.
It’s hard to wait so patiently
Just thirty-three more days,
Until I taste my homegrown treat
There must be other ways!
Hurrah! The tiny dumplings sprout
on branches six feet tall,
I count them by the hundreds now
I hope they’re ripe by fall.
So when the happy day arrives
the green will blush to red,
I’ll eat them morning, noon, and night
and munch them in my bed.
For on some cold December night
I’ll sit with order forms,
And choose six more varieties
to fend off winter storms.