In April and through most of May, I watched the ground and wondered if it would ever dry.
When it finally did, I tilled it and dug holes.
I bought tomato plants and transplanted them.
In June, I weeded around the plants, staked them, weeded some more, and waited.
In July, I plucked tomato worms from the plants and weeded.
This week, I plucked a red fruit from the plant.
I toasted bread, spread a little mayonaise over it, and sliced a tomato.
Eating the sandwich, with a tomato still warm from the sun, I deemed the tomato worth the effort.