Fiona spends most of the night in her own bed these days, but about half the time she shows up at first light either in my bed or in the little nest on the floor beside my bed. This morning she came for a cuddle and then sidled down onto her sleeping bag on the floor, leaving Chuck and me hoping for another half hour of sleep.
Silence descended. My eyes closed. Minutes passed.
Then suddenly an eager little face popped up over the side of the bed, mere inches from mine.
“I have baby tomatoes!” it whispered. “At home!”
I’m not sure what possessed her to shared the excitement of yesterday’s discovery with me on the wrong side of 7 a.m., but what could I do but surrender to her wide-eyed excitement and that smile? We got up and as soon as I’d pried my eyelids up with a cup of coffee, we headed out to look at her little plot. It was true! Her garden at GRUBS has had baby tomatoes for a couple of weeks, but here at our higher elevation, it had taken longer. She was so excited — not only to have the tomato babies, but to have been the first to discover them.
It wasn’t only tomatoes. Miniature cucumbers were discovered, and two brilliant squash blossoms were trumpeting high on the trellis, heralding their own small squashy swellings.