The beginnings of this year’s tomato extravaganza. Two packets of seeds purchased from the garden centre on a wet, grey, cold day.
The purchase of which puts me right back to where I was this time last year; searching for faith. Faith to believe that from the tiny contents of these packets, plants will grow and from those plants I will harvest tomatoes. Lots of .
Last year I attributed this to it being my first year; I thought it went with beginner’s territory – much as I hoped luck did…
But here I am again – facing the same crisis of confidence….I need to remind myself that although I’ve a part to play….most of the doing gets done by Nature; a consummate designer and producer.
And if what she delivers feels like a miracle each time it happens –from seed to sandwich in a few short months…..then enjoying it unfold before my eyes is part of the pleasure .
