I planted my first tomato on the balcony
Once upon a time i thought it was retirement. Until one time i bought a little tomato seed, put it on the balcony with no hope, and it gave me a whole summer to hang around。
Seeding. The market bought it, the slaps were high, the squirm. I'm using loose earth to get into the basin, pour water, put the south balcony, as the boss said. The next day i got up. That was a good moment. Life was so dignified。
Grow up. One by one a week. It's moving fast. I found a stick to tie it. One day, a small yellow dot came out of the armpit. I've been staring at it for half a day, waiting for my own kids to learn. Feeding things makes you feel soft。
Flower to result. Yellow little flowers, green bean-sized berries. The first thing that comes home every day is to see whether it's big or not. I couldn't wait to find out how boring the water was. It has since been watered。
Turn red. One morning, a fruit pointed red. I called my roommate to see it like an announcement. For the next few days, red speeds are like fast forwards, the whole string turns green, hangs there, bright。
Harvest. Take off the first one and wash it and eat it. Skin, juice, sweetness in acid, not from supermarket tomatoes. That one, worth all summer waiting。
I accidentally cured "hurry" during the tomato planting. It doesn't listen to you. You're in a hurry. Every day, water, occasional fertilization, waiting, this "slow" is what i lack in my life。
And then my friends came and said, "oh, my god. I said, it's not just good-looking, it's gonna work. A pot of food, a layer of hope -- you know, it'll pay you back。
If you want some sense of life, don't start with the big garden. Buy a sap, put it on the balcony, look at it every day. The day from the green to the red will make you feel that the day is real and growing。
