Lycopersicon esculentum


Tomatoes
SOLANACEAE, The Nightshade family

When I came to my garden tonight I found the first ripe tomatoes, ‘Bloody Butcher’ and ‘Fourth of July’. I cried because I’m happy, because I feel the weight of the months and effort that went toward these fruits, because I was waiting patiently, because I miss my dad and the garden we made. These are garden thoughts. On this quiet slope that witnesses each evening evenly, it is easy to be. I feel the ease and sancticity of growing things, it is the simplest act, an ancient rite. Swallows weaving overhead and the small movements of the leaves in the breeze stir one’s attention, keep it widely focused, keep it moving, stretching. The plant’s cells recapitulate this motion.

About Mulysa

I love my work as a landscape designer and artist. When I'm not planning homesteads or working in the studio, you'll find me hiking, photographing, gardening, baking, cooking vegetarian meals with friends, reading and working on sustainability issues...with my baby on my hip in Portland, Oregon.
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