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Motherhood, and the harvest

Remember back in May when I got a dinky little tomato plant from the Davis Farmers Market?

And I predicted that it would explode into a tomato tree?  Well I am a proud proud mommy because that is just what it has done over the last 3 months:

Tomato plant is a survivor and has flourished despite the infrequent days of sunlight and the blustery winds at night.

And now I count 5 or 6 (that I’ve found so far) little tiny marble-sized green tomatoes.  I couldn’t be happier (true, dear?).

I just can’t wait to eat these.  Is that wrong?  It sort of feels wrong.

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