| We have grown... 13 tomatoes just now I had to pause to count them such a simple thing to count before now they were just "the tomatoes we'd grown" but now they have a number What can one do with 13 tomatoes? it is no harvest there are no words like 'yield' or the noun 'produce' In truth, these are ours no one else will know them or taste them To our friends, who will never bother to count them they'll say "I think I saw... "I think I remember that ____ & _____ grew some tomatoes right, babe?" "Maybe we could do that." And as the Montana winter approaches and the green too slowly turns to red I cannot help but worry that some will not make it in time that only 11 will make their way onto small plates at 2pm on a Sunday just one cherry tomato a treat for two a blessing savored like none other the opportunity to worship the smallest of things deeply one cherry tomato And now I cannot help but wonder at how many leaves ring the stalk of our Kale |