“Be good and you’ll be lonesome.” — Mark Twain, Following the Equator: A Journey Around the World I’ve had this quote in my mind for a decade or two, floating about in the back of my brain. It sneaks back to the front now and then, mostly as a taunt to be more adventurous. Some…
February is when I really start missing the smell of tomatoes. Ripe tomatoes for sure, but also the smell of the vines as you tie them off on stakes. Market tomatoes have never captured the essence of fresh summer tomatoes. Better than nothing? Sometimes nothing is better. This was all triggered by a Caprese salad,…
Cool enough for a fleece this morning. It seems summer is tilting away faster by the day. The white noise buzz of crickets fills in. Other sounds penetrate. Cars in the distance getting an early start. Birds like my old friend the Brown Thrasher announce their presence, if further away than in July. The mornings…
The signs were there. Half-eaten tomatoes still hanging from the vines. I knew you were back. Still, I was optimistic there might be a few left for me. Alas, after being away for a week almost all of my tomatoes were wiped out. All that remains are the cherry tomatoes, which apparently you aren’t interested…
“…. Leaves that the wind. Drives earthward; such are the generations of men.” –…