These tomatoes were handed to me with two hands the size and toughness of baseball gloves.
Big, tough, brown, and nice, like summer fun.
“Sorry about the wrinkles,” he said. “They say these are the real ones. Called heirlooms, they’re special, the real ones.”
His field is past Whale Branch between Lobeco and Pocataligo and Tomately.
Great place names, eh?
True love, pride – the good kind of pride that is more about pride in work and results, not ego of self.
Healthy hard work, not toil but labor to build, create, make something from nothing.
Cleansing sweat, water, and fresh produce.
These tomatoes don’t grow on trees! You gotta make the ground make em.
The Lord helps those who help themselves
You take one step He’ll take two.