One Hot Tomato

I don’t know how many pecks 200 tomatoes make, but we picked a bunch today out at the farm, heirloom beauties, bruised green/red in color, tiger striped chartreuse and yellow, just big fat misshapen crimson ones.

I don’t know how many pecks 200 tomatoes make, but we picked a bunch today out at the farm, heirloom beauties, bruised green/red in color, tiger striped chartreuse and yellow, just big fat misshapen crimson ones.

We saw the pigs, eight week old piglets bound for their starring moment soon enough, the young chickens running crazily around their hutch, the dysfunctional trio of horses and the bantam rooster prancing across the yard. Larry was putting in a new flower border for Noreen, and Davey was getting his carrots and radishes ready to go to market tomorrow along with those luscious tomatoes. The sun split the sky above and coins rained out on the garden beds, making us so fortunate to be there to catch them.

We saw the pigs, eight week old piglets bound for their starring moment soon enough, the young chickens running crazily around their hutch, the dysfunctional trio of horses and the bantam rooster prancing across the yard. Larry was putting in a new flower border and Davey was getting his carrots and radishes ready to go to market tomorrow along with those luscious tomatoes. The sun split the sky above and coins rained out on the garden beds, making us so fortunate to be there to catch them.

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