fact is, in our local town market, people would instantly recognize the bidibidi tomatoes, (they named my produce after me. bwahahaha!), they are just the freshest, reddest and tastiest of all.
all the rest of the tomatoes pale in comparison, and i know why. . . i know. i just know.
my friend jess had an early morning question for me today, asked me: why are your tomatoes so beautiful? we planted the same crop on the same place when i was still in there, but we never had those! i think we never even had a harvest. what is the secret?
that was indeed funny, but great truths are in it. and if you, too, ask me, i will give you the same answer: t.l.c. really. bwahahaha!
so, yesterday was a harvest day. . . i carried the basket and plucked off each and every bright and red and ready tomato off its plant, making sure the crowns are on them.
i do it with the gentlest of motion and with the quietest whisper of gratitude, (there were 80 tomatoes in the lot, i must have whispered 80 times, my gratitude. bwahahaha!)
i walked further and picked some tender and young okra, in its green finger-length seed pods. and sprigs of basil.
by 4 in the afternoon, when the sky's sculling billowy and swelling and hope-full, we were ready. and the force's presence makes the joy over this late afternoon repast sacred. it becomes a feast!
after the last of all the sweet was scarfed right down, i wandered out quiet toward the green path, again, looked around me, and it was there over the greens:
the whole world is set out like a banquet - and i nod.
i can almost hear the whisper: did you like it? i made it just for you.
my cravings silenced.
thank you, i know you know ilysm! bwahahaha! ♥ ♥ ♥