He proudly counted the peppers growing in the pot and pointed out the basil and other herbs. He doesn't eat peppers, he said, but "I'll show you the tomatoes!" There were several tomato plants and he told me that I could have some "to take with you to Tahoe." "Here," he said, "I can get more for you!" He picked and I ate and my two hands were overflowing. He showed me how a branch of this tomato plant is growing straight through that tomato plant and it looks like there are two different kinds of tomatoes on one plant. "Funny, huh."
What I found interesting was the tomato that was striped red and yellow, some kind of heirloom plant I found out. "Here! I'll give you some of those too!" At which point he brought me over to the grapes growing on the arbor at the side of the house. "You like grapes?" By this time, I was sure I needed a bag. He was ready to climb up and pick grapes for me.
Needless to say, Papa and I took off for Tahoe with the most delicious tomatoes and grapes, saying good bye to a proud little boy with a garden like his own personal "farmer's market."
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