A warm September Sunday afternoon. The leaves on the big maple in the back yard were still green and the sky a hazy, bright blue. The last day of the month and the weather was much too nice to be in-doors watching football.
I stepped out of the house into the warm, amnesiac light and surveiled my wild, overgrown garden.
Green tomatoes to the left of me,
Green tomatoes to the right of me,
Green tomatoes all around me
What to do with all these green tomatoes?
The Farmers Almanac predicted a cold and snowy winter. On that balmy September afternoon I wouldn’t hazard a guess as to the type of winter we’d have. But I was fairly sure it would feature lot of spaghetti sauce.
copy 2018 Christopher Donahue