Tomatoes ripened on the vine are insanely superior to those that are picked green, hard, shipped, packaged and purchased weeks after they left their viney-homes. The problem, of course, is the wait. And protecting the little ripening beauties from hungry birds, pesky bugs, toddler fingers and other garden pests. Vine-ripened tomatoes take time, patience and more patience. Right now, as I type, I have at least a dozen little beauties hanging on the vine, green, solid and could be picked…but I’m waiting. Each day I check on them, shoo the birds away, tell my son to wait and wait and wait for them to finally turn red.
I’m also 10 days past my due date for giving birth to another little human. While I wait and wait and wait for her to make her entrance into this world I think about the patience I’ve learned for other things. And the incredible respect I’ve slowly developed for the natural processes of life: garden life and human life.
I could pick them green. They would be fine. And we could induce her to come out before she’s ready- but as long as the birds stay away and she’s doing ok…this mama gardener will just have patience.