[ddot]

taken wih film, one summer evening before sitting down to dinner.

a second day in a row of grey skies and waking up searching for the blanket to cover cold shoulders. that’s probably the worst of it; those cold shoulders of a morn. i don’t mind the grey or the evening chill, but i will miss this red. the red of a sun ripened tomato in my evening salad.

bursting with sweetness, this tomato was so delicious. it was mid february in this strange occassion of summer 0-eight, but what a magnificent feast it was, and all because of this tomato. after seeing this red and scenting the sweetness it was only a finely diced spanish onion and a sliced cucumber which joined the salad toss. the grilled fish was grateful, i am sure.

so for now, farewell mr. tomato. see you next summer.

____

happy easter, friends. i hope you enjoy your weekend with family, friends and good food. see you on monday.