Snow covers everything in the backyard. Yet, I can picture the furrowed rows of plumb, red tomatoes, ready for summer picking. I can almost taste the sweet meatiness of a beefsteak tomato, feeling the juice haphazardly running down my chin.
Posted for the Weekend Writing Prompt for Sammisscribbles: Furrowed in 40 words.
Help from Heaven 
Namaste Regina 🙂
Salad days indeed! Tomatoes are one of my favourite conundrums: are they a fruit or a vegetable? Perhaps this is an academic question when they taste so good whatever the weather 🙂
Have a great weekend.
Namaste 🙂
DN
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Thank you so much.
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My pleasure 🙂 Have a pleasant evening and a wonderful week.
Hope you’ll submit another piece of writing next Saturday 🙂
Namaste 🙂
DN
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