....and Baskets of Lucious Tomatos

The little tomato plant in the areo-guarden had reached the end of it's days an Missy Ann asked me to take the whole thing outside to facilitate cleaning and storage preparations. As we removed the branches of the vine and tossed them this small, perfect tomato stuck out his head and called..."I'm not dead yet"


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I wonder if he'll be big enough to taste?