Hot House Tomatoes — Donna Hopkins

It’s hot, hot, hot. And humid.

We run errands early in the morning. Pick up corn and tomatoes. And sourdough tortillas from the farmers market.

The funny little tomato catches my eye, and the vendor at the market laughs when I tell her I need to carry it separately, not in the basket, but in my hand. She says I am not the first person who has bought a funny or odd looking vegetable and just smiles. I am happy for this small gift.

Tomatoes will sit for photos without complaint.