Much care given to choosing just the right heirloom
tomato plant.
Thoughts of late summer delight picking the red bulb.
As precious as a ruby.
Savoring its acidic flavor.
Warm juices running down my hot arm.
Delicious.
But wait!
Looking out the backdoor at the precious plant.
It has been invaded by I do not know what.
Climbing its trellis.
Its tendrils clinging.
Large green leaves smothering.
I must pull it out.
Delayed.
Next morning looking out seeing the glorious purple
flowers.
Morning Glory.
Aptly named.
Glorious.
Its beauty catches my breath.
What to do?
Solomon’s choice comes to mind.
Not to equate plants lives against the life of a
child.
But a hard choice nonetheless.
The delicious versus the glorious.
Let the plants fight it out.
Picking tomatoes under Morning Glory leaves.
Careful not to disturb either.
The coming freeze will do what neither Solomon nor I
could do.
Choose both to die.
For now.
©Patty
F. Cooper, Elizabethton, Tennessee September 29th, 2014
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