Tomato
Saturday, September 9th, 2006
Warren, Connecticut. Last year our garden fell short in the tomato department so this year my wife planted three rows figuring something might come of it. We hit the jackpot: we’ve been picking at least twenty a day like this one and there’s no end in site. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, like a thick, home-grown tomato slice on a sandwich. My mouth is watering writing this.
