Green fingers

It is not given to everyone to possess green fingers.
My mate Ultan does.
Not just metaphorically. The smell of organic tomatoes in tunnel number 5 is intoxicating (I reckon that I got a very decent buzz sniffing the stems at point blank!)
I was entrusted with the delicate task of weeding between the tomato plants with a pair of no. 5 tweezers (the ones for beginners).
Ultan is a perfectionist. And his vegetables are just perfect. Humility gets in the way of perfect asparagus (asparagi? Asparaguses?) His salads are hubristically doted on.