A few months ago now I was picking up a few pots at the local nursery with Daisy when she spotted a tomato plant and begged me to buy it for her. I had promised her a veggie garden when we moved to the country and 4 months on, the dream is still that, a dream. But we will get there. Soon enough.
Anyway, I agreed to get the little plant at the time and hoped she would forget about it. It has sat, unplanted, in a wee pot on the edge of our garden bed since that time and when Daisy remembers she waters it, I have occasionally done so too, but it’s been mostly left to do it’s own thing. I was sure when we got back from our 2 week holiday over Christmas that it would be dead but alas no – there it was sprouting one single, solitary cherry tomato. Weeks later, again I thought it would die, but slowly each day it has been getting red.
But take a look at it. It’s officially the saddest tomato plant that ever there was. We are nearly there, and I think when we finally pick it in the next few days, the poor plant will just shrivel up and die. Work done. Time to move on.
I was looking at the sad state this morning and pondered that the plant is just like a parent. You put everything you have into your
fruit kids, so that they can be the best tomato people they can be and sometimes there is just nothing left.
Today I am feeling a little like that tree. Tired. Sucked of energy. Wondering what else I have to offer besides being a Mum. And in need of a little time away from my
tomatoes kids. Which is funny because I have actually had some time away from Daisy who started school yesterday, and my Ma came down and visited and spent a lot of time with the baby…? Who knows – the break in the middle of the week perhaps? But…Bring on the weekend I say!