On the vine

Cherry tomatoes on the vine instantly bring back the memory of sneaking a few into my mouth while crouching low in the garden furrow to avoid my grandmother on the next row from seeing me. I had been told not to eat them unwashed, but how could I resist that warm, juicy taste! This was the 1960’s and there is no telling what she had sprayed the garden with to control pests. It’s best just not to even consider the possibilities, just savor the memory.

Sometimes I was caught, but even so the reprimand was worth the burst of sweet-tart flavor from the sun warmed little tomatoes. I don’t have a garden now, but wish I did. Some years I grow a cherry tomato plant in a large pot and yes, I stand in front of it shoving those bright red cherry tomatoes in my mouth.

Welcome summer!