I’m not much of a poet. Ok, everyone’s a poet in high school, but I mean beyond that.
I did once write a poem here at MyFoodshed, which you can read: Take back the “happy meal”. (be sure to add your own poem there in the comments!)
But here’s poetry I think writes itself (you have to add your most affected, dramatic poetry-reading voice and cadence – read it with feeling!):
The lower-case is a nice touch, don’t you think? Tomato names are just magical! Oh, and then you put them in the ground and the magic quadruples!
This week we put ours in the ground. Actually, we planted them in little seed trays back in the first week of March and we’ve been harboring them indoors under grow lights. They did extremely well and were about the size of redwoods but it’s been so cold we’ve been afraid of putting them in the ground. They did leave the house and were “hardening” in our little outdoor greenhouses, semi-enclosed, but it was high time to take the plunge.
As we were prepping the tomato bed Sunday, Ellen jumped up and declared a “wives’ tale moment” when she described something she’d heard about planting an egg at the roots of each tomato plant. Of course, being flush with eggs because of her wonderful chickens, what else was there to do? Wives’ tale or no, it sounded great, so we raided the fridge and put a beautiful raw, whole egg at the base of each plant. Must be a time-release bit of goodness just when the plant needs it!
Of course it promptly turned cold again, so we’ve got our lovely tomatoes under a warm envelope of floating row cover and we’ve got our fingers crossed!