Last of the Cherry Tomatoes
Hung upside down to ripen just before the weirdly warm Christmas. They aren’t very good.

Hung upside down to ripen just before the weirdly warm Christmas. They aren’t very good.


The cherry tomatoes keep coming. After 32 summers gardening in the same spot, I have observed the shifting weather due to global climate change.
They still taste pretty green even after they turn red. But I had to bring them inside.

I woke up sad this morning. I gave a political contribution, sat for meditation, and went out into the garden before going upstairs to work. I’m still sad, but engaged myself in what I was doing for the full day–trying to take care of community and self and be absorbed in what I was doing so that it could be done most fully. My consciousness thus engaged elsewhere, I did not absorb time and energy with my sadness.

Beans, okra, cucumber, cherry tomatoes

