Harvest.


 

Some time ago, (I can't recall how long but it was perhaps close to a year), I threw a tomato that had been sitting on the bench too long, into my garden.  With time and mostly neglect, apart from regular watering in the area, a tomato plant grew.  And then another.  And another.  At the stage I took more notice of these plants, and threw them a quiet blessing each time I walked past.  Before long I had an abundance of delicious tomatoes growing, with the occasional tomato that had become home to a grub thrown back into another garden bed, and again, apart from watering in the area and adding some stakes, largely ignored.  On the rare occasion I emptied my compost bin, I'd throw a bit in their direction.  But each day I walked past my plants, I made sure I would offer thanks, and blessings for their bounty. 

For months and months now I've enjoyed a wonderful harvest of tomatoes of all shapes and sizes, and have been sharing them with neighbours, family and friends.  Often I'll find lemons or figs on my doorstop in return.  Some little girls that live nearby can often be seen picking tomatoes for dinner. How a simple act of returning seeds to nature has been of benefit to me and to many others, not just in food to eat, but lessons in gratitude and in community.


It's April now, the daylight hours becoming shorter and most people in Melbourne pulled out their tomato plants months ago.  Yet mine are still fruiting and although they're not at their best, I'm still picking tomatoes most days, returning some to garden beds to see what happens.  The pictures on this page are from the past two days, and I am very grateful.

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