Wednesday, May 17, 2017

“It’s difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato.”

~ Lewis Grizzard

The sun is shining and the forecast for the day, respectable; I’m anticipating a busy day starting with being out and about running an assortment of errands this morning. Then, this afternoon–ah, this afternoon . . .

I’ve got fish fins and other assorted fish parts saved from Gerry’s salmon haul last summer thawed and in the fridge; a jar of powdered eggshells is waiting on the kitchen counter; I’ll grab a handful of aspirin and throw them in a jar to take with me when I head out later.

It’s tomato planting day and I’m the kind of girl who gets giddy about it.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. Enjoy your afternoon Linda! Planting is exciting!

    1. Thank you, Ruth! It was a wonderful day!

  2. Homegrown tomato…big ole slab slice, squishy white bread, slathered with mayo. That’s living.

    1. I agree, Karen! I’ll take mine without th mayo though, just butter, salt, and pepper please.

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