Today your first fruit is ripe and ready for picking. As I look at this beautiful organic heirloom tomato, I can’t help but feel an immense amount of gratitude. We have been through a lot together. It makes me so happy to see you all thriving.
I planted you from seed earlier this year. Or rather, my 3 year old planted you from seed. Oh the joy and sense of accomplishment he felt from putting those tiny seeds in the ground and burying them. The thrill he and I felt when you all sprouted and began your ascent to become the large beautiful plants that you all are today.
Remember when I began meditating in the vegetable garden? As I felt the raw ground beneath me and the energy from the garden plants around me something amazing happened. I felt a divine connection to Nature, to Mother Earth herself. Everytime I meditated in the garden, I felt pure bliss and fell into altered states of consciousness. It seemed to me that when I began these adventures in meditation in the garden, something magical happened to all the plants. They began to thrive. To really thrive. I felt an energy exchange with you all, and it appeared to me that you did as well.
In my meditation spot, you, my dear tomato plants, were seated right in front of me. As I would begin to focus my attention inward, I was drawn to you. To observe even the most minute detail of your forms. It was you, tomato plants, after some time of repeated meditation that would begin my journey into trance state. Of all the plants in our vegetable garden, I felt a very deep and intimate connection to you. And an intense fondness.
This past month we had to move. Most of the garden was done producing but you all were not ready yet. You had not even had one fruit ripe yet. With my deep love for you, I knew I couldn’t just dig you up and throw you away. That felt like a crime. So I did what I could and gently scooped you up, roots and all, and put you in a 5 gallon bucket. I remember the drive to the new house with you, my lovely tomato plants in the front seat. It may have just been me, but I felt a sense of excitement like you were the source of this excitement. As we went over bumps, you blasted that wonderful smell of live tomato plant into the confined space of the car. That trip was simply magical.
Now you all reside in your buckets on our new deck in the back yard. A few days after transplant, you really scared me. All your leaves began to droop, some turned yellow and fell off. I was so sad that it looked like you weren’t going to live. It’s one thing to transplant a tiny tomoto plant start in the spring. It’s something completely different to transplant a fully mature plant heavy with green fruit right before the fruits begin to ripen. I knew it was a risk, but I loved you too much to leave you.
Then one day something magical happened. I went outside, and all my beautiful tomato plants were healthy again! Your leaves were a healthy green and very stiff. I was so proud that you pulled through. That you survived this move with us, and that you are now thriving.
The porch is sunny, you share your electromagnetic fields with the plum tree who has a very maternal presence. The backyard itself is bursting with life and a feeling of calm happiness. It’s very tranquil back there. Now even moreso that you are thriving.
Today, your first fruit is ready. It’s red, warm, waiting to be picked. As I look at this beautiful organic heirloom tomato, I can’t help but feel a sense of deep gratitude. Thank you, tomato plants. Thank you for sharing your life’s journey with me.
I love you.