I stumbled upon the song “Hang On, Little Tomato” today – it’s the perfect mix of melancholy and Pixar-movie-esque hopefulness. Last year I blogged about the smell of tomatoes reminding me of my wonderful grandad and his greenhouse. He was the most cheerful, supportive and kind person I’ve had the privilege of knowing. He would have liked this song.
“Just hang on, hang on to the vine
Stay on, soon you’ll be divine
If you start to cry, look up at the sky
Something’s coming up ahead
To turn your tears to dew instead.”