three months
& my first fruit
Beautiful and sad as I realize that my tomatoes all have the blight and it is race against time. They need to ripen before it creeps up and rots the stalk.
Canadian poet Susan Musgrave’s poem is on my mind. I want to live inside her poem.
Tomatoes on the windowsill after rain
and bread by the woodstove
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