simple

my favorite simple pleasure these days starts with stepping out my back door in the morning. of course the ground has been almost always wet for the past couple weeks, and usually the air too. I go out to survey the garden, which has been loving the rain, but not loving the lack of sun. most of our tomato plants are doing ok, but there isn't all that much fruit. the exception to this is our cherry tomato plant, which is about 9 feet tall right now. and the tomatos have been ripening at a rate of about 2 a day. and therein lies the simplest of pleasures each morning: I pluck and eat a freshly ripe cherry tomato. no bothering with washing. no nothing. just pure yummy goodness.