Tomatoes - how do you know if they will ripen?
Today it is still hot. It's been hot all summer, really stinking hot. But the garden has loved it. We actually have a garden. For the past three years we have had a grasshopper all-you-can-eat buffet. They have even eaten the garlic chives and sage down to the ground. Along with (waves arms in a huge circular motion) all this, it's been less than inspiring. I'm the first to champion the gardeners credo - "Well, next year..." Actually, as I think about this, last summer I laid down as it was the summer after I witnessed a murder during a phone call. The summer before that, I was working at the job where I eventually heard the murder. So no gardens. What even is time? I have spent most of the last two days reading other people's blogs and thinking about writing. None of us know anymore what time is, I believe. How is that the way we experience time has so much to do with seeing other people? It's almost like we developed in tribes or something, depe
