The physical labor, never easy, got even more grueling as July turned into August. On top of the regular maintenance work the vegetables were starting to ripen, which meant that there were more and more of them needing to be harvested with every passing day.
I couldnt believe how quickly the work multiplied: I would leave a medium-sized tomato on the vine, half-green, seemingly nowhere near ready for harvest, and the next day the very same tomato would be bright cherry red, swollen big enough to fill my palm, ready to burst with its own juice. Just thinking about the process made me hard: the fruits were getting bigger every day, swelling a little more every time we turned our backs, and I was right there with them. Barely two weeks had gone by before my frame had blown past 59 and started pushing 510. Even though I was still the smallest of the guys, I had the sense that I was gaining on them. But it was hard to be sure.
I couldnt believe how quickly the work multiplied: I would leave a medium-sized tomato on the vine, half-green, seemingly nowhere near ready for harvest, and the next day the very same tomato would be bright cherry red, swollen big enough to fill my palm, ready to burst with its own juice. Just thinking about the process made me hard: the fruits were getting bigger every day, swelling a little more every time we turned our backs, and I was right there with them. Barely two weeks had gone by before my frame had blown past 59 and started pushing 510. Even though I was still the smallest of the guys, I had the sense that I was gaining on them. But it was hard to be sure.