Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Poor green tomatoes

Today it stormed pretty good, compared to the drought we'd been having the rest of the summer. It was actually good, and I didn't mind the dark day.

However, when I got home, my heart dropped as I pulled into the driveway. All of my 15 tomato plants were tipped over, and I feared they had been ripped out by the root with the pounding rain and high winds we'd experienced.

As I tried to right them, I could hear branches crunching and snapping, and green tomatoes dropped off and rolled through the rest of the garden.

Tears came to my eyes as I looked at my precious plants, and the hard work that I had put in since March drained away.

I did the best that I could, but I ended up with an armful of non-ripe tomatoes that had fallen off the stalks -- which I put in the window to see if they would ripen -- and I can't imagine the poor plants are going to produce much with all their broken and drooping stems.

It made me sad and disappointed, and for a second I realized what farmers grow through when their hard work is smashed by rains, hail and tornadoes. How much more grief did they have than my small patch.

I said a quick prayer, "Thank you Lord that we have the money to buy tomato sauce even if these tomatoes don't ripen. Thank you that this is not our livelihood."

1 comment:

  1. I am so sorry to hear about your tomato plants! I know how hard you work on growing them and how happy it makes you to harvest them. I am also sad to hear about your cookie bar and phone. Your last two blogs made your mom so sad! I will pray for your tomatoes and phone. Yes, God cares about the things we care about!