This evening here in Maryland was delightfully cool and after dinner I took a walk around the property.
It’s wonderful to be able to do that again. I missed walking when it was so terribly hot and humid. I know, I know – I should have bitten the bullet and Just Did It, like the Nike ad suggests. But me no likey the sticky heat.
Afterward, I came inside and saw the tomatoes my husband has on the kitchen counter. I thought they looked artistically arranged.
So I got the camera and put on the 50mm lens.
This lens lets in a lot of light.
My husband had the tomatoes arranged like this, which is what caught my eye in the first place.
The cherry tomatoes from our garden taste as sweet as candy. And when I say our garden, I’m using the term loosely. It’s my husband’s garden and I get to enjoy the bounty of it without the work involved.
It’s the best.
I will tell you something else about my husband.
Before my walk tonight, I saw him grating asiago cheese over George’s dinner. He had the dog bowl on the counter and had prepared him a lovely feast of kibble mixed with some odds and ends and was using the cheese grater to finish it off.
I stood there staring at him until he looked up and said, “What?”
I just smiled and walked away. But the mental picture will stay with me forever, of a man who adores his dog. It’s sweet.
And speaking of sweet ~
A friend turned me on to this tune. And then she sent me the CD! It’s old-fashioned goodness and I love it.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .