comtemplating high summer
What would you pay for a home-grown, organic, heirloom tomato like this one, in January? Friends, you could not buy this tomato in January in Indiana for any amount of money. It can only be enjoyed right now, in this season of high summer. The moment is fleeting--warm nights and open windows, zinnias, cricket sounds, sweet corn, bird song, concerts in the park on a blanket in the grass, perfect tomatoes. On our evening walk the other night, L. said, "Just think, it will be snowing on an evening in the not-too-distant future." No! No! I yelled. Don't talk to me about snow and cold and long winter days with pink tomatoes! There will be something to embrace then, too, but in its time. This moment is here now. I am here now. And what a perfect tomato.
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