Posted on 04 October 2007 by

Goodbye, Green Babies


Green Babies

By Tomato Queen

It seems entirely disproportionate, but as I’m on the eve of moving, I’m mourning the green tomatoes that I won’t see blush and ripen in the garden.

I mean, really. Let’s think about this.

I’m moving on the tail of a long break-up from a long, 12-year relationship. I’m saying goodbye to the cats.

I’ve lived in this house and made a home of it for seven years, and in it is an amazing greenhouse, with fruit trees! All of this is overwhelming and sad and promising.

And so, as I mourn the relationship and the excruciating goodbyes, and the splitting up those things we enjoyed together, and all the intimacies that come with sharing a household with someone for seven years; and feel that the cats all look at me accusingly for abandoning them every time I pet them (yes, they know); as I pack and haul countless boxes, and as every visit to one of my favorite places here in Ann Arbor will be my last (for some time, if not forever) before I start fresh in Portland, OR–it’s with a heavy heart that I pass those green tomatoes every day. It’s just morbid. I don’t want to let them go.

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