I feel like the guest that pulls out a stack of grandchildren
or photos of her latest trip-
all while my dear hostess
grits her teeth.
Please bear with me.
I have red, juicy tomatoes that taste as good as they look.
I am so proud and humbled by it all.
I also became entranced with how pretty they look against my
old blue and white dish towel.
This is my favorite blue.
And then there’s the basket that I bought
(in a set of 3)
at the flea market for all of my harvesting.
Be still my farmer’s daughter heart.
And so the next step in this process is the perfect menu.
Beans and Cornbread, slathered in butter
Chilled sliced tomatoes , sprinkled with a little salt
How soon can you get here?
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