Ode to the tomato

Oh little tomato, how I've missed you. The caress of your green skin as you grow brought me endless joy many years ago. I've missed tantalizing your root system as I turned the soil at your base to keep the dastardly weeds from sucking the water from your flesh.

The fragrance from my fingertips teasing my airway after plucking the sucker stems has rejuvenated my nostrils. Even though you were only one and have come from a pot instead of the glorious rows of the past, I know there will soon be more of you to enjoy; but I long to wander through your host plants. Somehow a little water from a small watering can is just not like it was.

Yes, you were only one, but we ate your ass anyway and you sure were good.