Me vs The Tomato

The meandering cherry tomato tolerates my attempts to tie him down, trim him back and generally control his chaos. We both know the futility of my actions. In one overnight move he stretches skyward toward the Sun - oh, the Sun! More tiny balls of delightfully sweet tomatoes are ripe - his appeasing gift designed to remind me that his freedom and desire to sprawl are paramount and the only way to an incalculable harvest of red, orange and yellow orbs too tasty for mere words. The tomato is Victor!