I live for them in the summer!
My Dad did too! When he wasn't aloud to have seeds any more, I tried to grow him an ox heart type, so he would have something to eat when I peeled the skin and seeds off for him, but sadly he got really sick and slipped into a coma. He died before he could have his sandwich, so I made one for him. He liked his with a piece of bologna and mayo.I took a bite for him, and put the rest in a container and buried it with him.
Last summer when my first tomato ripened, I went to the cemetery and ate my sandwich while I visited his grave. It will be my tradition from now on!
I miss him so, he would be so proud of me, with our garden and chickens, and learning to can!
All I need now is a few geese, he wanted me to get them so bad! Where his grave is there is a lot of wild geese, and some times I find evidence of them right by his grave site, gives me great peace, since he loved them so!!!
It won't be long now till my maters are ripe!!!
Brenda