Dear Tiny Tomato,
I have to be frank. Your appearance this morning took me a bit by surprise. You see, my next door neighbor always has and always will enjoy your love earlier and more often than I, and I’ve accepted my place playing second fiddle to her. Sure, you come knocking at my door at two in the morning, but it’s only after the bars have closed and your real love has rejected you. You prefer her to me, which I have accepted.
Every year, I try with all my heart to plant you earlier, water you perfectly, (deeply yet infrequently) and provide you with the nurturing love that you seem to crave. In return, you always give back enough tomatoes for salads and munching, but you never provide enough to make me feel overwhelmed with your love. Like you do for that hussy of a next door neighbor. Bless her heart.
So when I saw your appearance this morning, I have to admit that I felt a small flame of superiority that you chose to come to me first this year. Yes, me! I can picture it now, the two of us taking long walks on the beach, the two of us riding together in a gondola, the two of us laughing over a summer salad. Ahh . . .
We will always be together, Tiny Tomato. There is no fighting a love this strong.
Lovingly yours,
Katy Wolk-Stanley
“Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without”
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Now my mouth is watering for a tomato. It really is. LUNCH BREAK.
Also, I shower my tomatoes with love and they always give more to the -OTHER GIRL- too. This year the -OTHER GIRL- is my mom. WHY, Tomato, WHY can’t it be ME?!
Perhaps you and I were always meant to be “the other girl.”
Katy
You kill me.
Hahahahaha! Love it!
You’re a little nuts, but I love ya. 🙂
Maybe you don’t live in the South, but if you can call your neighbor a “hussy” and follow it up with “bless her heart”–you must have at least one Southerner in your gene pool. I know, I have many.
Nope. Just a southerner wannabe. 😉
Katy
Thanks for the chuckle! I can totally sympathize, although this year I may have a trick up my sleeve: patio roma tomatoes. This plant has had babies on it for weeks. They’re still green, but I’m hopeful I’ll be tasting some homegrown tomato-y goodness soon.
Congrats to you. It just amazes me how different your climate is than mine in Arkansas. I’ve been eating red garden tomatoes all week from our patio plants. They’re wonderful. It shouldn’t be too long for you to munch down on a super BLT of your own!
Tee hee hee!! Love this. You grow girl.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Too funny! Okay now I’m the other women to you now too, we have a few blooms buy no little lovely tomatoes. We cheated with a cucumber plant just to make the tomatos jealous and bough a plant with a little cuke already growing. We need some sunshine our way, it’s been nothing but rain, gray skys, cool days, cooler nights and NO sun! And I don’t live in the pacific northwest!
I confess, I may love you as much as you love your (temporarily) tiny tomato. Thanks for the day-brightener!
BTW – who is frank?
I was going to ask about frank as well! Who the heck is frank and why are we just hearing about him for the first time?
Cute little tomato, and cute love letter, too! I am eagerly awaiting getting some nice fresh tomatoes at the farmers market soon. Yum-O!
By the way, I live one hour south of Joplin, Missouri, and when I first saw the headline of your post, I thought it said “tornado”. It’s just always on my mind.
Ahhh….only tomato flowers here, too. But I am too busy swooning over my 4 in. long hot peppers to care!
Ahh…now I’m jealous! After raising 30 tomato plants from seeds they looks tiny and the leaves are yellow. This morning 6 of them got the ‘curl’ disease 🙁
Rock on Tiny Tomato, rock on…..
LOL!!!