The first one

No one can ever doubt the rapture of the first tomato. I am sure some have harvested already but in our cooler mid-hills climate I seem to be close to the first.
I was quite proud, not arrogantly so I hope, to share with fellow growers at church yesterday.."There is a red-green tomato which I refrained from picking!"
Michael Leunig in poem about tomatoes writes evocatively

"Plump with summer joy… Its branches breathe perfume of promise and rapture”;
In the way that poems often do, he says something surprisingly true about the humble tomato. Or as Richard said at church, "There's something successful about tomatoes. Everyone should be able to grow them"
My dad had a couple of years where he had ripe tomatoes of his own growing every day of the year. It required a little greenhouse, and some of them were yellowy and orange rather than red. But a clever little achievement nevertheless.