Homegrown Tomatoes

by Lara Elena Donnelly

When I pick Louisa up from school, "All Things Considered" is on the radio, playing a round table discussion about the virus. One person believes that the disease ravaging the corn belt is a government experiment gone awry. The reporter reminds the audience: botanists speculate it was brought to the U.S. by an invasive species of beetle. I recognize a few of the interviewees—I studied their research back when I was still pursuing my doctorate. Before I met Ann, before we had Louisa. It’s strange, thinking I could have been on NPR some day, if I had finished my degree.

I turn the radio off before Louisa is buckled in. The virus has been the only thing on the news for a week. Louisa’s teacher talked about it with her class a little bit, but I don’t want Louisa to get worried, so Ann and I don’t mention it much at home.

"Daddy," she says, buckling herself in. "Can we plant my tomatoes when we get home?"

Louisa's tomatoes started out as a kindergarten project last spring, but quickly escalated into a backyard plot sized right for a small-town farmers' market. Ann and I thought she would forget about them this year, but in February she asked if we could plant tomatoes again.

"Sure, cookie. But you have to do your homework first."

She shakes her head. "Mommy said she would help with my homework.”

I sigh. Ann won't be home until Louisa is in bed. She called at lunch today and said her boss wanted a story on the virus before she left the office—it's starting to appear outside the Midwest now, affecting fields in New England. There are signs that it might be spreading to wheat and other grasses.