Cherry tomato, small and sweet, Summertime’s grandest treat. Orange or yellow, purple or red, Sun-warmed is the best, I’ve said. Dangling fruit, ripe and ready On bushy stalks of green so steady. That certain odor on my fingers That your leaves leave, it lingers But that’s okay. How I love that smell! On sunny days, it makes my heart swell. Cherry tomato, friend, not foe. The only veggie I can grow. Read More "Ode to the Cherry Tomato"