Meditating on Tomatoes
Did you ever take the time to smell a really fresh tomato? Savor it, turn it over in your hand, observe the deep color. Inhale, the smell of summer, all your
summers, condensed in your hand.
This can be the farmers market experience. Saturday morning, a fresh beginning, one can slow down at the market.
Farmers rise early, in the fields by first light. Yawning, then laughing as the light comes on. Into the rows. Hands searching among the crazy reaching vines. Down near the warm ground, finding the precious red globes. Dropping them carefully into bags, then boxes, and finally into a small old truck. The truck arrives at the market just before you do. Almost all the fresh is still on that tomato.
If you want it better, you’ll have become a farmer, rise at light, pick it yourself.
