Cherry tomato, small and sweet, Summertime’s grandest treat. Orange or yellow, purple or red, Sun-warmed is the best, I’ve said. Dangling fruit, ripe and ready On bushy stalks of green so steady. That certain odor on my fingers That your leaves leave, it lingers But that’s okay. How I love that smell! On sunny days, it makes my heart swell. Cherry tomato, friend, not foe. The only veggie I can grow. Read More "Ode to the Cherry Tomato"
Time Versus Rurality
In truth she will have her way with you, this lady time. She always does. But she will gift you her cycles and her riches too, far beyond what the ticking of a clock can measure... Taste all of it. …