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I am in awe every time a small plot of rich soil and a few seeds can produce BUSHELS of beautiful, flavorful nourishment. So basic and so sublime: when I eat these tomatoes, I taste all the days of sunshine and refreshing rain of the whole season. And there, in the flavor, also is the strange magic of compost, which teaches me that somehow, out of the action of something that appears old, used up, which might be considered waste, comes the richness that is essential to the new growth.