theraputic tomatoes
Mar 29th, 2012
I have a tray of tomato seedlings sitting here on my desk, right next to my keyboard, as I type away on painful and difficult work-related matters. Exigencies have apparently rendered my attempted Lenten fast—no computer after dark—impossible. But every time I start to get overwhelmed I reach over and brushed the little plants, and the wonderful smell of tomato foliage makes life bearable once again. It would be even better if I could get a little sleep, but then, we can't have everything.