Ain't she purdy?
Yesterday I strolled over to the Farmer's Market in Rittenhouse Sq. and lay my eyes on this beauty. I had to take her home with me. I will eat her today.
...And the cycle of life continues.
I just love summer, and I l-o-v-e summer produce... the way it looks, the way it smells... I want to photograph it like I would a child, and display it in my home like a fine piece of art.
The sight of an overflowing bushel of heirloom tomatoes can make me gidy, weak in the knees, sometimes I even tear up a little. Do you think I should see someone? Like a mind doctor?
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