OMG, thank you for those lyrics. Years ago when I was in the process of a marriage ending I wound up stranded in Tennessee with 2 young boys. I worked picking tomatoes for a few months to get enough money to get home. I picked tomatoes from dawn till dusk with the 2 boys playing in the rows close by. I was sunburned, tired, emotionally drained and absolutely sick of tomatoes. I often slept with a portable radio on and one night I woke up hearing that song. I thought to myself, “my gosh, I’m even dreaming of tomatoes in my sleep.” I managed to save enough money by end of summer to get a bus up north to my home and get an apartment and found a job at a local university. I never heard that song again and figured I’d just dreamed it.
Curious about the picture on you profile page. "Anvil shoot"?
If you like that song, you’ll love this poem:
Post Humus
by Patti Tana
Scatter my ashes in my garden
so I can be near my loves.
Say a few honest words,
sing a gentle song,
join hands in a circle of flesh.
Please tell some stories
about me making you laugh.
I love to make you laugh.
When I’ve had time to settle
and green gathers into buds,
remember I love blossoms
bursting in spring.
As the season ripens
remember my persistent passion.
And if you come in my garden
on an August afternoon,
pluck a bright red globe,
let juice run down your chin
and the seeds stick to your cheek.
When I’m dead I want folks to smile
and say, “That Patti, she sure is
some tomato!”