growing tomatoes is something of a blood-sport in my family.
in mid-spring, labour weekend marks the start of the season.
the progress of the various crops is then reported
when they are hip-height and when the first flowers appear.
one family member, a former surgeon, was once accused of feeding his tomatoes steroids.
there is the ritual of wandering into the garden in the morning or at dusk, clutching a cup of tea,
pausing and simply gazing on one's plants, simply gazing...
the most important thing, is to always have a glass of white wine in one hand while gardening...
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