I planted a tomato in the middle of April.
My husband said “No. No.” It’s winter still.
“You’re just being a contrarian,” went my usual reply.
“Sun’s high, air’s warm, summer’s definitely nearby.”
So into the ground, the tomato went
enjoying good weather, defying husband’s sentiment.
Then one April night, the temperatures fell.
What happened next? I’m sure you could tell.
The poor tomato wilted from the frost.
My husband checked. He said “Sorry. It’s lost.”
“I told you so.” He was wise not to say.
I mourned my loss and vowed to plant in May.
Then one May morning, when the air was hot
I was in the garden tending my little plot.
What did I see that brought me joy?
Little tomato leaves sprouting from the soil.
I learned that tomatoes are hardier than they look. And April is not yet planting time. At least hereabouts. 🙂
May your garden grow well.