The Miracle of Mostly Dead

At the end of last summer, the cherry tomato plant I’d put in a pot on my front porch and watched grow, withered away in the late summer heat.  Exhausted from its efforts to grow, bloom, and bear fruit all pretty much simultaneously, the stem and leaves browned, dried up, and crumpled back down toward the earth.

It was gone.

Being the avid gardener I am *ahem*, the “empty” pot sat on the porch all winter.  Rain, snow flurries, and various and assorted little critters found themselves landing in the pot before moving on.

As spring I arrived I had grand intentions of planting more “summer” vegetables in my pots.  The best I did was create our fairy garden.  While that feeds our hearts and souls, nothing was planted that would feed our bodies.

And then, one day, I saw a sprig of green rising up from the twisted brown tentacles of last year’s plant. I wasn’t sure what it was until, on a whim, while I was watering all my other “front porch greenery” I decided to water the little green twig in the soil.  The smell was unmistakable.  There’s nothing like the smell of tomato plants.

Well I’ll be.

How beautiful is this, where once all there had been was darkness and what looked like nothingness?
How beautiful is this, where once all there had been was darkness and what looked like nothingness?

That little plant wasn’t dead.  It was mostly dead.  (There’s a difference, I know–we’ve watched “The Princess Bride” over and over many times.)

And mostly isn’t all the way.  Bless it.

It quietly came back.  And today, this happened.

The cherry tomatoes our Princess harvested today.
The cherry tomatoes our Princess harvested today.

Isn’t that amazing?

You can take away from this that if you are a lazy gardener and let things slide, every now and again you might get lucky.

Or you could think about how amazing it is that there was still life under all that darkness, all that death–resilient–life that didn’t look like life as we know it but it was there all the same, gaining strength to blossom and grow and bear sweet and beautiful fruit all over again.

Either way.  Up to you.

But yeah.  Life.  There even when you can’t see it.

I needed that reminder.  That’s the stuff miracles are made of.  Believing in something you cannot see.  Believing in the possibility.

Love to all.


2 thoughts on “The Miracle of Mostly Dead”

  1. My patio garden this year is ONLY those things I didn’t throw away at the end of last year. I was blessed and amazed at the second chance the tomatoes gave me. Even funnier is that plants that were “rescued” from me and taken back to Mom’s ALSO have unplanted tomato vines growing from them. And we know they’re from me because Mom doesn’t grow that particular tomato.

    If you want some other fun with the littles … you may want to try some mini-gardening with scraps. Tee hee – it’s amazing to see what happens. I cut back my spring onions 2 weeks ago and already I have 12-15 inches in fresh tops.

    This is a pretty good article for more details. http://blackthumbgardener.com/1-plants-you-grow-from-kitchen-scraps/

    Thank you for sharing your “avid gardener” results with us 🙂

    1. Wow on the onions. That is cool. Yeah, I’m wondering how many years this one will come back. She’s about spent for this year, but our Princess sure did love those little tomatoes. She would have eaten them all at one sitting if I’d let her. 😉 I’m for sure not dumping the pot over the winter. I will wait and see. It’s neat how if we do that, nature and life can amaze us.

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