I got caught ogling the neighbor’s tomatoes.
My parents’ neighbor’s tomatoes, actually. I was up on a ladder checking to see if a squirrel had fallen into the neighbor’s yard and saw that they are growing heirloom tomatoes this year. Lots, and lots, of beautiful tomatoes in all different colors and shapes. Bright red, blue, yellow, big fat ones, cherry tomatoes, probably about a dozen or so different kinds, both in pots and in the ground. I just stared. And heard someone clearing her throat, so I waved a little and eased back down the ladder. (Squirrel had missed the yard and was in the alley.)
It’s not as if I don’t have home-grown tomatoes of my own. Teeny cherry tomatoes and some palm-sized larger ones that are both tart and rich. I wish I could remember what type they are, but the tag disappeared while I was out-of-town. But wow, those big blue tomatoes! And I’ve had some of those yellow Roma-looking ones before – they were very sweet.
Now, this is the family where one year Sib and I pooled our funds and got our father a basket of potatoes for Father’s Day. Yes, a basket of potatoes, all different kinds, little blue ones and red ones and some fingerlings and a few odd-shaped ones, all for baking or other uses. Funny-looking veggies are pretty common, or were before produce prices started climbing and the quality tanked (do NOT get me started on peaches. Just don’t.)
But it is not fair that the neighbor has all those tomatoes and I only have two kinds. Just because I have less space, went out-of-town for a month, lack much sun on the area where I can plant tomatoes, and tend to ignore the plants once I water them, put them in cages and get the cutworm collars put in place, is no reason why the neighbor should have turquoise tomatoes and I don’t.
Besides, there’s nothing in Scripture about not coveting tomatoes. Really. I was just looking.