Love and Tomatoes: A Natural Combination
In August 2011, we were fortunate to experience the inspiration of Jeremy N. Smith when he came to speak and share his story of community building in Missoula – as part of our ongoing Authors Live Series at The City Library. His book “Growing a Garden City” inspired our library staff and our community to strengthen and build community through urban gardening.
I recently reconnected with Jeremy (who continues to live and write in Missoula, Montana) and he shared this article in High Country News with me about two of our favorite things: love and tomatoes. Love and Tomatoes: A Natural Combination
…of their gardening gloves.
Or, as Darrah put it: “You know you’ve had a great summer in the garden if you have two pairs of gardening gloves with holes in the fingertips!”
Real gardeners eat unwashed cherry tomatoes out of unwashed hands. Really, isn’t that why we plant cherry tomatoes in our gardens? For mid-morning snacks as we rake and hoe?
Today was truly our last day in the garden–pulling tomato plants, salvaging the very last of what there was to salvage.
Mostly tomatoes, but also a small handful of onions. We pulled up the cages and stakes, stored them in the loft above the tool shed. Rolled up the hoses. Talked about what a good time we’d had, and how we’d miss this.
We said, “See you at the library!”
We said, “Goodbye, garden!”
We said, “Thank you.”
So much work, so much produce, so many happy memories, so much sweat, so much dirt, so many smiles, and new friends and new knowledge.
Yes, we got a lot out of this garden. A good harvest, indeed.
Lately there have been grasshoppers. Everywhere. In the garden.
Bryant chucks them over the fence, but I just can’t bring myself to do so. I think they’re precious.
As precious as the quail who eat our freshly-planted seeds.
Nature may be brutal, but I leave the pest removal up to my fellow librarians/gardeners and charge myself with documentation.
We are putting the garden to bed, Folks, which means, essentially–pulling up every single thing. Gracelessly, I might add.