The problem is curiosity, way back in the spring …

The Day’s Harvest

Now that it is fall, the solution is curiosity, too…

Yellow Tomato Juice Waiting for a Friend

Beautiful, huh! And it tasted like that early morning hour when you put on a pair of runners without tying the laces and pad out through the dew in your pajamas to pick a few cherry tomatoes for your sweetie’s lunch, and pop the first one into your mouth and it’s the whole sun in there, whoa.

Tomorrow I’m going to try this with the green zebras. Maybe they’ll taste like the moon.