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| The Fifty Dollar Tomato My small plot of land cleared and tilled. Potting soil added and tilled again, groomed with enthusiasm and sweat then deeply watered making ready. Just fifteen dollars for plants then, twenty-four dollars for the soil, twenty for towers, plus the tax, about fifty bucks, total debt. Starters need sun, water and toil, fog from the ocean, not a help. Still I attempt to sow my own, anticipate growth and relax. My favorite food without yelp, home-grown, succulent tomato. Small green orbs promising, prolific, waiting for turn to the red zone. Growing season beats staccato nearing the end and yet I've willed the fruit to transform, change steady. One red-ripe tomato, terrific! ~~ Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |