Megan's Head

A place where Megan gets off her head.

A by itself tomato

I have been in a stomping rage. It has been so bad I have even shouted at innocents, just because they were there. Granted I am still on the edge of illness, and seriously impatient about getting well, but, honestly, white people. Let me not go there.

So, I have turned to a tiny miracle in my life and I am celebrating the magnificence of the smallest tomato. A month or so ago I noticed the first fragile leaves of a tomato plant, growing by itself in our front patch of garden. I had to toss the devouring caterpillar next door because it would have eaten the whole thing, and I have managed to just let the plant grow, and watch. I hadn’t planted the seed, and can only assume it got there in bird poo, or because someone tossed the tomato from their sarmie over the wall, but the conditions seem to be perfect, and the plant gets on so well with the star Jasmine it shares the trellis with, the lavender it shares the bees with, and the blackish flowered creeping geranium it shares the soil with.

Because the plant has just arrived and flourished, I have no idea what kind of tomatoes to expect. Big, small, cherry, Italian – they could be absolutely anything. I have no control, or choice here. I am so delighted by this.

Bursts of little, spiky yellow flowers have appeared. Such a good sign of fruit to come. And today I looked beneath a starting to shrivel blossom and saw, as small as a dewdrop, the beginnings of an actual tomato.

This plant has grown defiantly. It has broken all the rules of special seeds, and tender care, and timing, and seedlings. It has extended strong stems, hairy green leaves and blossoms all over the place, showing off, taking over, announcing itself. It has a secret history that will never be known, but will never hold it back.

Thank you fierce rebel tomato plant. You restore me to my natural self, and I honour and love you.

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7 Comments

  1. Stanislav the Plumber

    “That awkward moment when people are in raptures about a show you thought was mediocre, at best.”

    It’s almost like not everyone thinks the way you do. WOW! {mind blown}
    But then actually, thank Muhammad (PBUH) for that.

    Also: YT people, hey? What are they like? {rolls eyes, shakes head}

    P.S. Great tomato! Cool story. {thumbs up}

  2. Stanislav the Plumber

    And “#whilecommutersdie”? {gasps from audience}

    No one died {applause}
    That was just some whatsapp rumour rehashed in a deadbeat tweet. {boos}
    Don’t believe all that you read just because it conveniently supports your agenda. {stifled giggle}

    Western Cape government already meeting with taxi bosses. Strike suspended.{cheers}
    And Ms De Lille fulfilling the dreams of our local creative youth. What a woman. {whooping; lots of voting DA at upcoming election}

  3. So pleased I believe in free speech too.

  4. Hey Stan, why don’t you just reply to my tweets?

  5. Stanislav the Plumber

    because you have blocked me. {tears}

  6. Is this your stalker email address?

  7. Stanislav the Plumber

    I’m no stalker. More of a talker.
    Especially over a bottle or two of Johnnie Walker.

    The email addy is fake news like Trump.
    I don’t wanna be ID’d in case you get the hump.

    But don’t let my camouflage get you down in the dumps.
    Hey look! I’m spitting bars for your blog reading chumps. {wild applause, crowd goes wild, Stanislav makes millions, retires back to his family retreat on the outskirts of Krakow}

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