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Green Tomatoes/Ripe Red Tomatoes

I love to raise tomatoes, 'cause I love tomatoes :).  I will have to say, though, that my "not so long" patience is tried in growing 'em. 

Seems those plants produce yellow blooms reeeeaaaaallllll quickly after setting 'em out.  That's good, kinda gets me excited that soon and very soon there'll be fresh tomato sandwiches for lunch. 

But alas, if you know anything about growin', then you know that those "quick" yellow blooms can be deceiving if you're lookin' for "fast fruit", 'cause it will be a long long long time 'til those little bitty green things grow and grow and grow and then finally turn sorta whitish and thennnnnnnnn a tinge of pink, leading finally to RED.  I have to admit I pull some as they're just beginning to turn and bring 'em in the house, seems they ripen a little quicker inside, off the vine.

Don't know why I can't remember and keep in mind that it's gonna take this long to have fresh tomatoes EVERY TIME.  There's not one thing I can do to make the process quicker.

Yeah, my patience is tried while waitin', but ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh, the joy of those tomato sandwiches are well worth the wait...and I honestly think I may be closer to "gettin' it"... and  that there has to be a set process for some things....maybe God will always have mercy on my impatience...and me...as I learn with the years that waitin' produces fruit. 

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