Tonight I witnessed a thing of beauty. You see, for a week now, I have been anticipating and dreaming about harvesting that first, perfect tomato. Every morn, I have treked out to the garden and gently lifted my tomato vines and practically begged for a ripe tomato. Specifically, I've been eyeing a pair of cherry tomatoes that have slowly gone from green to white and finally to yellow tinged with pink. Oh the glory of it all! Typically, I have ripe tomatoes by July 4th, but considering out constant state of either flooding or extreme drought, our season is all messed up. Tonight as I gathered eggs, I saw yellow out of the corner of my eye. Could it be? I had an heirloom yellow plum tomato ripe. This is the first year I've grown this variety, so I was particularly excited!!! I also managed to find two ripe cherry tomatoes as well. Great night indeed.