I own a tomato plant which currently bears two green and one green-orange tomatoes. This plant has traveled from Ohio to Minnesota, and now to Wisconsin. And now it has found its fragile, tipsy body leaned against the rail outside our second-floor apartment.
I did not expect the tomato plant to survive the move to Madison, yet it does not seem much weakened by the rough drive. While I myself feel much more weakened than expected. I have no friends here, save for my husband, and I have no job. Change and newness have brought, as usual, a more full awareness of my dependencies and flaws.
Yet, just a few moments ago, I scheduled a job interview for next week: even now, in my doubt, I see the hope I am granted day by day.
Labels: contentment, gardening