Just a few minutes ago, my nephew Steven and I were transplanting some tomatoes into the ground. The oldest, most mature plant was quite heavy with fruit and unfortunately snapped during transplant. When it happened, we both froze momentarily, in shock over what had happened. It took me a moment to accept the reality of it.

It’s definitely a bummer, it’s like watching your kid crash a bike or something. I suppose in the end it’s not all that bad… I already harvested several delicious tomatoes from it, and the season is almost over.