The Tomato that ate Pittsburgh…


…started out as a small seedling in my front yard in an overgrown sun-hardened plot of what was a stretch to be called a garden. Surely the sad little seedling didn’t have much hope as it’s owner left for the summer, leaving it to fend for itself among the squirrels, sunflower seedlings and zinneas?

It showed true spirit and great heart.

It grew little by little, day by day. Not to be bullied by the other plants, it made its presence known. Just a little shoot in front of the sunflower and the giant Plant-of-Many-Suns would never notice. Just a reach over towards the Zinneas and maybe they’d make the little ‘mater plant one of it’s own. A quick hug of the cilantro and rosemary…well everybody knows that herbs are the friendliest garden plants of all.
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The joke was on the flowers…That little seedling grew up, and out and right over it’s little garden enclosure, sprawling across the flower beds weighing down every shoot that was in it’s way.

Finish the story…

A. Until one day in September. The planter of the little seedling returned home to seethe devastation and destruction it had caused…

B. Until one day in September. The planter of the little seedling returned to see how majestic and dominant it had become…

C. Until one day in September. The planter of the little seedling returned home to see visions of basil-tomato pesto sauces for months to come…

Or choose one of your own?

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