Thank you so much for waking me up at 6:30 this morning and ruining my gorgeous tomatoes. Weeks ago when I planted these beauties, I thought to myself, I should water them, nurture them, and stake them so you could squash them in a matter of minutes.
Today when you woke me up with the doorbell an hour before I was told you would arrive we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. I understand that it is freaking hot. I understand that you were trying to beat the heat. I really didn't care when you arrived, as long as I had time to cover my plants, cover my air conditioner so it didn't get scratched, and put my car out into the street. There was no time to prepare, and I consequently was a very crabby beheaded zombie.
When your foreman didn't answer his phone when I called to complain, because he was still sleeping? That was so fun! Thank you. I kept telling myself, tons of people don't even have roofs, or homes. I kept chanting Katrina. Joplin. Knoxville. My construction woes then seemed like nothing.
I'm so glad I took these photos a few days ago, so I can remember what once was. Pictures are better than real tomatoes. Right? There is always next year.
Sweet Cherry Tomato Kisses,
Careless
