the courage to grow tomatoes

This morning I woke up and cried.  It’s spring and time for my dad to start growing his tomato plants.  He always gave me two.  And smiled when we put them in my car.  Because he knew I would try.  and probably fail.  but I would try.  again.  Like I did every spring.  And every summer, I would drive 45 minutes to take home big red tomatoes.  Off his plants.  I think he always held out hope that one day my plants would not only live but actually produce.    I want to try again, but haven’t made that trip to the nursery yet.  I don’t know why it’s so important…  It’s important… 

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