Sunday, November 17, 2013

Going to look for tomatoes. Heirlooms and others. And Vidalia onions, sweet enough to eat like an apple (some say.) Out west, we'll go. Far from our little home. Out where Pop and I used to hunt when i was a kid. Where it used to be only fields and then glades. Now surrounded. But the tomatoes are still there, and with their taste the goodness and the memories. Maybe we'll get enough to share.

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