I think of myself as a writer, not a gardener, but sometimes
the two overlap. When this happens, as it did for me this month, I'm in trouble.
The same question posed to the gardener and the writer can elicit very
different responses. The cause of this problem is tomatoes.
We have six quite large tomato plants, and we have waited impatiently
for a couple of months for the first fruits. The green ones have grown and
turned pinkish and now red. The plants are happily prolific, but unfortunately,
that means they're producing a lot more tomatoes than we can eat. As my Indian
maidservant used to say, Very great problem, Memsahib.
And that it is. Those of us with vegetable gardens face the
question of what to do with too many summer squash or tomatoes or beans. Later
it will be too many apples, but I digress. My first thought is to give the
produce away, but that is where I run into problems, the result strictly of
being a writer.
My first thought is to give a few or several to my
neighbors. Most of them have children of various sizes, and they tend to eat a
lot. But what if my neighbors misconstrue this as the beginning of an unwanted
obligation to give something in return? What if they see these large (and I do
mean large) ripe, nearly perfect specimens and expect to be charged? Or,
suppose they're allergic to tomatoes. I've never heard of anyone being allergic
to this fruit (despite what the Supreme Court calls it), but it's possible.
Okay, we'll skip the neighbors with children.
What about the neighbors with no children? Will they too
suspect the tomatoes carry an implicit obligation to be collected on in future?
And if they're not growing their own though they have time and space, do they
dislike them? If they do, then the tomatoes will be wasted, or foisted onto
someone else.
I could give them to vendors I deal with regularly. My
favorite dry cleaning establishment has changed hands a few times, changed the
name twice, and changed locations at least once. The women on the counter
change every other year. I could give the dry cleaning cashier tomatoes. Is it
safe from unexpected consequences?
Some cultures have a longstanding custom of giving a gift in
return for anything received. It doesn't have to be of equal value or special
or even something purchased. This year I have visions of leaving the dry
cleaners with a stack of wire hangers in exchange for my tomatoes.
The corner store is now owned by a very nice couple from
Korea, and the wife is an excellent gardener from the looks of her window
boxes. If I gave her tomatoes, would she think they were an implicit criticism
of the tomatoes in the deli section and take offense? Would I have to explain
that I wouldn't be offended if they used them in their sandwiches and sold
them, slice by slice?
Suppose I give all my tomatoes away and learn--too late, of
course--that I've forgotten someone, a neighbor or friend who has been waiting,
hopefully, for fresh, home-grown tomatoes. Would this non-recipient be angry,
or hurt, or resentful? How would I find out? I shiver at the thought.
When I was still working I used to take the extra produce
into the office. I lined up my tomatoes next to another staff member's
cucumbers, someone else's squash, and, of course, a bowl of green beans.
I could become the stealth tomato bomber, leaving them in
the dark of night on people's doorsteps. I could set out at midnight, when some
people walk their dogs, and deposit one or two on every porch, a gesture of
good will and neighborliness. Of course, if the police or anyone else saw me, I
could be arrested for vandalism. You see my dilemma?
What does this have to do with writing? I cannot imagine anyone, someone I know or don't know, receiving a bag of large, ripe, luscious tomatoes without having some feeling about it, and those feelings are the stuff of character. And character is story.
I imagine the characters behind the outstretched welcoming
hands, or the early morning door opening onto the red surprise sitting next to
the morning newspaper, and it's all I can do to stick to the question at
hand--disposing of more tomatoes than we can use in a month.
It is a cliche to say that the problems of this world stem
not from a lack of material goods but from poor distribution. I would add to
that timing. If only tomatoes could grow throughout the year, I would be a
happy part-time gardener.
But now, as it is, I have dozens of tomatoes and a new story
to write, stocked with characters pondering fruit.
