Home grown tomatoes are one of my favorite things in the world. It’s their smell that I like the best. They smell like the earth and the sunshine at the same time.
I remember picking tomatoes from my backyard one summer when I was very young – maybe six years old. Then, like now, I liked to eat the cherry tomatoes right off the vine. Standing in the garden alone, I thought about a segment that was on Sesame Street. In it, they would feature the real life of a particular child, giving the viewers a glimpse into another world – maybe the child in the video would be riding their horse on the farm, or jumping double-dutch in the city. If Sesame Street wanted to film me, I thought, I would have them show me picking tomatoes.
As an adult, when I look at the tomatoes in my garden, I still feel more essentially me than I do at many other times. And I think, if I wanted to show someone myself – not the self that’s on a resume, or chatting at a party, but my real self – I might start with tomatoes.