I love the way you can make the ordinary (I'm not calling the BLT ordinary, just the sandwich making process) extraordinary. Thank you Sherman, I am also grateful the fallow lasted only a short time.
Home grown tomatoes are so special and delicious. Sharing them garners long lasting friendships as well. I wish I could hear you read this ode, but the device wasn’t functioning.
I shall remain on the vine awaiting the next muse’s message.
What's more beautiful than a tantalizing tomato, with its fierce color and sweet juice, and especially one grown with love which seeps from the caretaking hands into the soil and back into the flesh of the tomato making it even more succulent? ... roses might be more beautiful to some but they're thorned in self defense, while the tender tomato has no defense, just surrenders to the salivary glands. Enjoy your feast in love and gratitude! Have you read Pablo Neruda's ode to a tomato? I think he wrote one to an artichoke, too, but the tomato has my heart.
My husband and I have an ongoing joke about how much we love BLTs and we have a few tomatoes plants so this one made me smile and bop my head in delight. And our bread is predictably great too, but the tomatoes...!
Yes, unpredictable -- even fickle -- fruits but, as is the nature of such beings -- at times -- surprisingly rewarding, just when you have given up on them.
At least something good has come from climate change!
You have so well captured our love.
Thank you. I hope your love always makes you good BLTs!
I love the way you can make the ordinary (I'm not calling the BLT ordinary, just the sandwich making process) extraordinary. Thank you Sherman, I am also grateful the fallow lasted only a short time.
Thank you, Steve.
There's a book written about this: https://www.thriftbooks.com/w/sex-begins-in-the-kitchen-repack-creating-intimacy-to-make-your-marriage-sizzle_kevin-leman/281586/item/1906296/?gclid=CjwKCAjwv4SaBhBPEiwA9YzZvKrR6-AL7AZ3TGTuYgLMgzF6SFmzYmYCCgpkDDfQRfkGoQweV3hmahoCbGIQAvD_BwE#idiq=1906296&edition=3353467
Oh, that's not a surprise but it makes me feel shy. There's an oxymoron: shy poet.
Such a beautiful ode. You are a lucky man (and a great writer).
Thank you, Arjan.
Oh! Yes indeed!
Thank you, Pamela.
A beautiful tribute--to love, your wife, and her gardening skill!
The strange warm weather has caused the tomatoes to bloom again—the beauty arising from unwanted climate change.
Home grown tomatoes are so special and delicious. Sharing them garners long lasting friendships as well. I wish I could hear you read this ode, but the device wasn’t functioning.
I shall remain on the vine awaiting the next muse’s message.
Thank you, Luci. I don't know why the voice didn't work for you.
What's more beautiful than a tantalizing tomato, with its fierce color and sweet juice, and especially one grown with love which seeps from the caretaking hands into the soil and back into the flesh of the tomato making it even more succulent? ... roses might be more beautiful to some but they're thorned in self defense, while the tender tomato has no defense, just surrenders to the salivary glands. Enjoy your feast in love and gratitude! Have you read Pablo Neruda's ode to a tomato? I think he wrote one to an artichoke, too, but the tomato has my heart.
🍅🍄🥑
I will search out Neruda's tomato poem. I've done my best to avoid being a dude who quotes Neruda!
My husband and I have an ongoing joke about how much we love BLTs and we have a few tomatoes plants so this one made me smile and bop my head in delight. And our bread is predictably great too, but the tomatoes...!
You bopped your head! Awesome!
One of the best things about poetry is the way it reveals that nothing is really "unremarkable".
Yes, I agree.
Love it! I am teaching the ode next week and add this to the list we read!
Thank you for including me in your lessons!
❤️❤️❤️
I especially love how you bring us around to hearing the word wedding. That it can be present, in the moment.
This poem was an instance where your recitation made it happen. I read it but then listened. The voicing made all the difference in meaning.
On this otherwise unremarkable Friday, I will gently feast on the weddings in my life.
Here’s to weddings, where ever we find them.
It makes me want to cry with happiness.
Oh, it makes me so happy when a reader sees how I architected one word!
aww. And THAT is how you get her to keep bringing you blt sammiches! Love rules.
Hahahahahaha! I shall make her salmon and asparagus!
Good call.
How lovely!!!
Thank you, Maria.
Finally! The BLT doesn't get the praise it deserves. We have discovered the joys of the BLTA (avocado).
I have a tenuous relationship with avaocado. So unpredictable in its ripeness.
Yes, unpredictable -- even fickle -- fruits but, as is the nature of such beings -- at times -- surprisingly rewarding, just when you have given up on them.
Avacados are kinda human!
Ain't it so!
If you say BLTA aloud it rhymes with buttah.