A Moment of Gardener's Zen

I did a beautiful thing last night. I walked out into the yard at dusk, went back to the garden and picked a few red grape tomatoes and a few yellow pear tomatoes. The plants smelled great and the tiny tomatoes practically jumped off the plants into my hand. I brought them inside, sliced them up, and put them on two sandwiches for Doug and I. I have been waiting for days like this for a long time now. These are the days when I can eat a handful of tomatoes grown by my own hands. It feels good.