We picked them for Aunt Annie in the summer in New Brunswick.

I wanted a perfume that smelled like the vines and leaves.

Brandie made turkey bacon and tomato sandwiches for breakfast

When we had gathered together when you went Home.

You  made the best sliced tomato platter when we were growing up.

When I think of Home…I think that Heaven must be a giant field of tomatoes.

On CKUA, during the fun raiser this week “Home grown tomatoes” was a featured song.

I just had a tomato for my bed-time snack.

Tomatoes grow from the tiniest seed.

I had a container garden with tomatoes growing in them.

Perhaps, this year, on Mother’s Day I will honor you with a great

Toma toe sandwich.

It could become more famous than Charlie Brown’s great pumpkin.

I shared your green tomato chow chow recipe with many folks

The last year I had my own garden.

Loved the smell of Grandmother’s kitchen when she made her

large batches of pickles,  homemade bread. 

She brought out the last of the jars of green tomatoe

Chow chow on your birthday in August 

It told us you would soon be taking us home for another year.

Back to school,  Sharon’s birthday and the long Ontario winters.

There were tomatoes as a special treat during fall harvest.

Huge bushel baskets of them.

Tomatoes are wonderful, sweet and good for the heart.

So were you Mother.

So were you.

Here is a bushel basket of gratitude.

Thanks for all the things you taught.

Thanks for your love, tomatoes and especailly your smile.

The train whistles sing your name.

Many lives were touched by your love.

Enjoy your new Home with a view of Tomatoes.