Sometimes things just don’t go your way, and sometimes that happens for well over a week, and you rage at the stars and you wonder what karmic injustice you performed on another and you don’t even kill all the cucumber beetles in the hopes that saving their lives will help turn your luck around.
And then you go out in the garden and spend hours out there during the day, and all your Big Beef tomatoes are green as Lyle the Crocodile, and you finish your work and you go inside and you do some other things. Then the light starts to turn warm and the temperature starts to drop a little and the back yard is cast into shadows, so you decide to walk back out there and take one more look at your buddies, the plants, just to see how they’re doing.
To your great delight, the first thing you notice, the very first thing, is the following:
Sometime during the four hours between when you came in and washed the garden dirt off your hands and when you walked back out there, a tomato began to turn.
All’s right with the world, folks. At least for the moment.