I have tomatoes, lots of tomatoes. I have tomatoes in the windowsill, tomatoes on the counter, tomatoes ripening on the vine. I know it can't last. The high heat of the Texas summer will stop the fruit from setting. But for now there is warmth, and a little moisture from hurricane Alex. For now I am a man rich in tomatoes.
So this morning as I looked at my ripe and ripening bounty, I wondered about what lots of tomatoes should be called. Lots, a bushel, peck, sack, basket, pound, crop, passel, bunch. plethora. Those words all go well ahead of the phrase "...of tomatoes." But they are insufficient to the task, inadequate, not quite right to describe all of my tomatoes in all their glory. And and right then and there I realized: This many tomatoes should be called "a glory of tomatoes." Nothing else will do.
I have a glory of tomatoes.