Pat Pratt

It’s been a while since I reported on this year’s tomato crop. I’m sure, dear readers, you have been waiting with baited breath for an update. You might recall last year our one plant furnished bite-sized tomatoes all summer to us, our friends, family and to random strangers on the street. So this year, my husband decided we needed to quadruple our investment and become tomato barons.

I had visions of having to hire help to harvest our bounty, semi-trucks to haul off our crop. Or, at the very least, setting up a booth at the Farmers Market to share our tomato overflow.

Unfortunately, none of that is going to happen. Of our four plants, one has grown as tall as I am, one almost reaches my waist. The other two, although they sport a few tomatoes, are barely ankle high.

The tomatoes grow in clusters, like grapes, and I pick a handful of fruit every day from our large plant. Each tomato is about the size of my thumb. The waist-high plant also has clusters but the fruit is maybe as big as the tip of my pinky finger. What’s up with that? I enjoy small tomatoes but that’s ridiculous! They do taste good, if you can pick enough to get a taste.

I think the big plant must be a bully and has intimidated the lesser plant because of his size issues.

The other two plants are smaller than my houseplants. I should have planted them in pots and grown them on my window sill. It would have been a lot easier to water them. But that would have presented another set of problems. I’ve discovered my incorrigible cat loves tomatoes. If I bring some in and set them on the kitchen counter, soon he has them on the floor and bats them around as though he’s Pele’ making a soccer score.

I can only imagine what would happen if he could pick them at will himself. I’m sure he would love that and he would get lots of exercise. Maybe I could train him to harvest my outdoor plants. No, on second thought, that wouldn’t work. He’d bat them around the yard and it would be like an Easter egg hunt for me to try to find them.

I don’t know what his fascination is for them. But then, I’m not sure about most things he does. He’s not very cat-like in most respects.

As for the tomatoes, I’ve decided our garden plot will only support one tomato plant a year. It’s kind of a one-plant-wonder. But that’s OK. As long as we get a few red, juicy fruits to eat and share, and give the cat some exercise, it will be worth it.

Watch for me to come to an area near you soon with my bite-sized bounty.

Today I saw God in the bounties He provides.

Where did you see God today?

Pat Pratt is an Ellis County author and writing coach who facilitates the Write Way and Write On writing groups. She also serves as pastor of Community of Christ Church in Red Oak and may be reached at

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