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Jamie’s BLOG – DAY 200 :: watching over summer tomatoes

19 Jul

We are more than halfway through the year, and in the height of ONE HOT summer.

The 100-degree heat is good for sweating off some unwanted pounds and producing some beautiful vegetables. I swear you could grow anything here on the left coast — it’s so sunny and hot, just add water.

And just look at these tomatoes I picked today!

I mean honestly! I still have no idea what I’m doing in the garden. I have no idea what makes these things grow. We just water the ground and it sprouts.

The corn in the garden is now taller than me. The tomatoes have created their own kingdom of vines. The celery is turning into towers and the kale looks like its own radar tower shooting out of the ground floor.

I would love to take credit for any of it, but I cannot. Justin turns on the water at night. I wake up in the morning and look at the green jungle in awe. It is literally growing before my eyes.

It is Mother Nature’s Peak Performance.

I do nothing except pick and harvest and talk to the little flowering buds.

Sometimes I sing to them. It’s really a function of being a highly outgoing individual who is socially starved of the intellectual connections she once knew in a land called Boston.

There, in Beantown, I would discuss the fate of humanity, the economic crisis, politics, business and the outcome of every Red Sox game.

But, here, on this coast, it is just too hot to think intellectually. My mind is focused on how to cool down the house, when to open the windows and when to turn the air conditioner on for maximum ice box potential. P.S. On this coast nobody really cares about the Red Sox.

So I watch my tomatoes grow. And in some simply beautiful way, it seems there really is nothing more important in the world that making sure somebody watches over them, makes sure they are sung to, and picks them at just the right ripe moment.

And that makes me think, in some odd way, if everyone just took care of their own tomatoes there might be more than just fresh food in the world.

There might be a bit more singing. And salsa.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{who do you sing to?}
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