Happiness is a Tomato Plant

I live in a difficult cold climate with a short growing season so luscious vine ripened tomatoes are hard to find here. Outdoors the tomato plants resent the cool nights of our summers and rarely ripen fruit. Since I love tomatoes right off the vine, I grow my plants in a large hoop house.

Over time I have evolved a method of growing my tomatoes that works well under these conditions. I usually produce an avalanche of tomatoes all summer and into the fall, which I am happy to share with my friends. Everyone offers to buy them, but I take my greatest happiness in giving my surplus tomatoes to others.

My seeds for this year’s crop are now germinating and each morning I go to the insulated and heated section of the hoop house to see what new babies are ready to go into their pots from the flats in the hot frame.

It is surprising how much joy these tiny sprigs with wee leaves bring to my heart. In those tiny and fragile beings lies the mystery and joy of all creative energy, as life valiantly springs forth to become vigorous and abundant from such ephemeral beginnings.

As I pot them, I learn from these tiny plants to nurture and trust that which is vital and alive in me, and an ever widening ripple of happiness spreads through my life.

This post now appears on the Happiness Carnival hosted by Miguel Trujillo. I reccommend you go read the other fine articles in the carnival for additional uplifting thoughts.



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2 thoughts on “Happiness is a Tomato Plant

  1. Kara-Leah Masina

    If only we all grew what we could and freely gave to friends and family… what a different world we would live in.
    I planted a garden for the first time ever this year, and had lettuces for five months… I had so many I too had to give them away.
    You’ve inspired me to write aboutb my gardening experiences – spread the word, get everyone gardening!

  2. Lexi Sundell

    Grow grow grow!

    Of course, when I lived on Lopez Island, you had to lock your car when you went to the grocery store in the summer, to prevent everyone from filling the car with zucchini.

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