I’ve taken this photograph before, or at least one almost like it. Late last summer, I visited my friend Joni, and sitting in her kitchen, the row of still-green tomatoes along the window sill just about broke my heart. There was something about the waiting and the hope that they would turn red and that summer might last just a little longer.

And now, as summer just begins to come to a full boil, her window sill is once again dotted with tomatoes – in bursts of color from fiery red to bright orange and goldenrod yellow – holding the promises of summer in tiny little seeds that trickle down my arms in rivers of juice.

Day 130

Day 130