September 16, 2015--Tomatoes
Coming home after an early morning walk on the rocks circling Pemaquid Point, on the front porch Rona, seeing something, asked, What's that?"
"What's what?" I said.
"That bag," she pointed,"Over by the front door."
"I have no idea. Pick it up," which she did, "What's in it?"
Peering into the bag Rona said, "Tomatoes. A bag of tomatoes. And look, a few green peppers." She held one up for me to see.
"Tomatoes? Peppers? The peppers especially look wonderful." I smelled one, "Right from the garden. Who do you think left them here?"
"I have no idea," Rona said.
"What's what?" I said.
"That bag," she pointed,"Over by the front door."
"I have no idea. Pick it up," which she did, "What's in it?"
Peering into the bag Rona said, "Tomatoes. A bag of tomatoes. And look, a few green peppers." She held one up for me to see.
"Tomatoes? Peppers? The peppers especially look wonderful." I smelled one, "Right from the garden. Who do you think left them here?"
"I have no idea," Rona said.
Labels: Maine, Pemaquid Point, Tomatoes, Vegetable Gardens, Vegetables
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