A Slice of Home

He’d drop it off on the shaded front porch, if we weren’t home.

Later, we’d pick up the crinkly brown paper sack filled to the top with homegrown drops of sunshine: juicy, red tomatoes.

I marveled at the generosity of the gift– a whole sack! To this day, I still don’t recall his name, and I can’t remember ever seeing his face– the giver of the tomato gifts. Summer after summer, he’d do the same: bring over a grocery sack full.

Sometimes, we’d wonder if we’d be able to eat them all in time before spoiling. My mom was careful to not let them spoil; she’d begin the process of cooking and freezing. I can’t count the number of times she asked me to run to the basement freezer for a ziploc bag of crushed or diced tomatoes to use in cooking.

Few things compare to the taste of a fresh garden tomato, homegrown under a warm Alabama sun. To this day, I can still look forward to these sweet slices of deliciousness on bread when I visit, because… The Giver is still giving gifts.



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2 thoughts on “A Slice of Home

  1. It is wonderful when our garden produces food in abundance and we can share. Your giving neighbor teaches a lesson each time he shares with others. Our plants are beginning to blossom, we just need a bit more sun!

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