For more than half of the last year there were two healthy plants
in my kitchen, happily producing heirloom cherry tomatoes. A few weeks back
they finally called it quits so I tossed them, disinfected their little
hydroponic garden, and replanted. The seedlings are about two inches tall now,
but they’re growing fast. It won’t be long before I’m picking my own tomatoes
again. I’ve read that a few centuries ago people believed placing a ripe tomato
on the mantel of a new home could ward off evil spirits and guarantee
prosperity. It’s possible a superstition like that could explain why so many
pin cushions look just like ripe tomatoes. Personally, I’m inclined to look at
these little seedlings as a very good omen. Before you know it they’ll save me
from having to buy cardboard-flavored store-bought fruit.
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