my granfather cultivated
beefsteak and ox heart tomatoes
great big red things
bigger than his
gnarled and ropy fist
smelling of acid and
sun shine and deep rich
goodness
he would sit at the table
and seperate the seeds
out of the pink granular flesh
like a surgeon
and they would sit like pink red sago
on cut pieces of yesterdays news
set upon the window ledge
gross yet compelling
there they dried out
in the sun
and were sorted for planting
some discarded as not good enough
some set aside for the "prize winning" bed
the plot of soil that got the best sun
the best compost, and some watered concoction
that smelt of things dead and rotting
I once asked what made a good tomato seed
his reply," you just know girlie....
you know the ones that are going to be great"
tomato growing was serious business to my grandpa
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 4:48 AM UTC
my granfather cultivated
beefsteak and ox heart tomatoes
great big red things
bigger than his
gnarled and ropy fist
smelling of acid and
sun shine and deep rich
goodness
he would sit at the table
and seperate the seeds
out of the pink granular flesh
like a surgeon
and they would sit like pink red sago
on cut pieces of yesterdays news
set upon the window ledge
gross yet compelling
there they dried out
in the sun
and were sorted for planting
some discarded as not good enough
some set aside for the "prize winning" bed
the plot of soil that got the best sun
the best compost, and some watered concoction
that smelt of things dead and rotting
I once asked what made a good tomato seed
his reply," you just know girlie....
you know the ones that are going to be great"
tomato growing was serious business to my grandpa
These tomatoes were the staple of our summer salads, **** and juicy.....nothing like the insipid tomatoes found in grocery stores today...
My grandfather won numerous prizes at country shows for these tommies....he grew them with great love and dedication.....
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