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Thu, Jan 22, 2009

• Thu, Jan 22, 2009 8:29 PM

  For a couple of months now, I have been meaning to dispose of the remains of Nero.
  
  Obviously, after growing season, he wasn't looking too healthy. Despite all my efforts, when the weather turned cold, Nero went "dormant." That's how I explained it to ShortBus anyway.... he's hibernating... sleeping... maybe he'll wake up in the spring. And, if not, we'll get another tomato plant. It's the circle of life. He's seen Lion King & Bambi, he knows how it works.
  
  But, Nero has a special place in my heart. More love and effort has gone into this stupid cherry tomato plant, than any other plant I've ever owned (note to self: make a call and get back the Ficus that comes in second place...if it has survived). It is the only plant I have ever owned that has had a name... a very cool name. So yes, it has been tough to bring myself to dump him in the bin.
  
  The other night I was sitting on the porch, looking at the brown sticks, twigs, and leaves that make up the once thriving plant, and I notice that Nero has left us a message.
  
  (see the picture on the main page)
  
  I know it's silly, but that symbol, whether real or imagined, touched me. The ShortBus thanked him for every little tomato he picked, and I talked to him every time I watered & fed him. Maybe Nero knew and appreciated how much he was loved, and just maybe, the love of a little boy, the crossed fingers of a hopeful mommy, and a bit of plant food made some kind of magic elixir that a little plant appreciated... even if it was just for one season.

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