A Worthy Purpose
Ah, yes. Fall. Well, officially, September 22nd is the autumnal equinox. For me, it is and always will be September 1st. As of the first day of this month, I smiled and sighed with relief at the reprieve from the oppressive summer heat. The heat was rough this summer. Ugh to the tenth power on that. It interfered with any thoughts I had for most outdoor activities, but my simple, pleasant garden was my driving force to face the heat. My goal in our new place was to grow Big Boy and cherry tomatoes, with the bonus of basil, a lemon tree and a butterfly bush. The lemon tree has grown three times its original size. The butterfly bush welcomed many honeybees and a variety of butterflies. A friend gifted me a seed potato, and I grew enough to make quite a delish cold potato salad.
To say the least, I was excited about the tomato plants, ah, homegrown. Such a treat. The plants were small when I bought them, but they did not disappoint. One early morning after I gave them a huge dousing of water, I looked at the water droplets on the tomatoes; they looked fresh and lovely. Each tomato was growing at its own pace. No pressure to be more than what they were as they hung there connected to the vine that offered them sustenance. Growing and maturing into their purpose. A fine existence. 🍅
