My Nana used to grow her own tomatoes in her huge backyard in Pennsylvania. They smelled so fresh and lovely and I thought it was such an accomplishment. This year, I am attempted the same fete, only on a fire escape in Brooklyn.
Thus far, my heart swells with pride.
I talk to them daily and shower them with encouragement. Will walks into the kitchen many mornings for coffee, only to find me saying "welcome to the family" and "you can do it!".
August 15, 2008
My Very Own Tomatoes
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Oh meg, they look wonderful. I wish my tomato plant was as happy as yours.
And guess who got called for an interview at her dream company? The power of positive thinking!!
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