I’m not much of gardener but I planted a tomato plant in my front flower bed this year and it has been fruitful. There is just something about the summer’s first picked tomato, warm from the sun, eating it over the kitchen sink with its juice running down my face - truly a zen moment. How good was it, ask the rabbits who have discovered the plant and feast as I sleep. Maybe they are the rabbits that haunted my father's gardern, he called them son-of-a-b*tch and g*d-damn-b*stard.
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