There is a time during the late spring, after most everything is planted, when I do nothing but weed and wait. It is a somewhat stale period when things are growing but not quite fast enough to suit me and during which I resent every tomato, onion, and green bean I'm forced to buy from the store. But grow they do and the anticipation builds.
This morning I wandered out to pick a few strawberries (their production is starting to pick up a bit) and to pull a few more weeds and lo and behold I spy green tomatoes all over our tomato plants. Not just a few tomatoes, but loads of tomatoes forming on what just a few weeks ago were
those first few tomato blooms which made me dance a jig.
Upon spying the first pale green globes, I paused and I swear I could smell the sauce cooking down on the stove, pungent with my homegrown rosemary, thyme, basil and parsley - and I could taste the fresh mozzarella, basil and tomato salad which I love so much.
The tomatoes would have been enough for me, but there was more to behold.
Waltzing over to the fig tree to give it another feeding of whey, I spied the first tiny little figs beginning to form.
Life is good.
