The Tomato.

And a generation gap.

This summer we grew one tomato. We were kindly given two tomato plants, which were potted up and staked. They produced lots of yellow flowers, but I neglected to feed them, and we had next to no sun. They bore two fruit and one small unripe green ball fell and provided a feast for the slugs and snails.

The successful, solitary tomato is sitting on the ki…